“It’s over, Kross,” I said, voice calm but quiet. “I won.”
Kross growled, his eyes burning with golden fire. “You think that means anything?”
“You said it yourself. I’m not strong enough.” I glanced at his trapped limbs. “But I still beat you. Strategy, defense, survival. That’s what an Alpha needs too.”
His canines extended. Green eyes turned golden and wild.
My breath caught in my throat.
His body tensed, muscles rippling unnaturally—and then, with one surge of inhuman strength, he tore through the net. Cloth and rope snapped like paper. He didn’t speak. He didn’t wait. He came straight for me, wild-eyed.
I didn’t move.
“Kross,” I said softly. “Vanya wants to meet you.”
He froze.
His fist stopped mid-air, trembling. His golden eyes flickered, color bleeding back into their usual
