Elle POV
I have never felt like this before.
Not strong—
I have known strength.
Not fast—
I have known speed.
This is something else entirely.
I feel right.
Power rolls through me in steady, endless waves, not burning, not tearing—belonging. My paws strike stone that cracks beneath me, golden light rippling through my fur like living fire. Every breath tastes sharper. Every sound arrives layered and clear—the clash of wings, the hiss of flame, the thunder of Blake’s dragonfire ripping through the sky.
I am no longer guessing.
I know where I am meant to be.
Beside him.
Blake moves like a force of nature—fire and precision, fury held on a razor’s edge. I feel him through the bond, not panicked, not out of control, but strained. The curse presses at him like a weight he refuses to
