Nikolai
I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of the bond, the incessant pull toward Dahlia, had become unbearable. It consumed me, clouding my thoughts, infecting my every decision. My wolf’s constant growling in the back of my mind, pushing me to protect her, had become a roar I couldn’t silence.
I needed to get it out in the open. Maybe if I told someone, it would lose some of its power over me.
I found Vittorio in the planning room, a dimly lit space with maps and documents scattered across the large oak table. He was hunched over, going through the details of our next move against Bastian, his focus unwavering. I had always admired that about Vittorio—his dedication to our cause. He never wavered, never let anything cloud his judgment. Maybe that’s why I trusted him with this, wh
