Remo's POV
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I lost her.
The taste of her name on my tongue turned to iron the moment the circle swallowed her. I tore apart three witches before I even realized they were dead — bodies split open on the forest floor, steam rising from their blood. Not enough. Not enough to silence the bond screaming through my veins.
Ella. Ella. Ella.
I shifted back halfway through a snarl, claws receding, skin stitching itself shut where the wolfsbane had seared me. My breath left ragged trails of frost in the night air. The clearing smelled of witch-blood, burnt herbs — and her. Fading. Carried away by a wind that was no wind at all.
I bellowed her name once — the forest answered only with crows scattering into the black.
"REM—"
Christian's voice cracked through the trees behind me. He stumbled
