IDRIS'S POV
I knew she would break eventually. I was done playing the nice man. That thin veil of civility I wore, the last shred of control over my inner beast—that was gone. It wasn’t going to be long before the monster inside me surfaced, sharp teeth bared and claws ready, just like it always did when pushed too far. The animal hunger that simmered beneath my skin wasn’t just about blood, it was about power, control, domination. And she was about to learn exactly what that meant.
It was time to shatter her defiance.
No conscience, no guilt. Nothing but the raw, primal urge to claim what was mine. Her scent hit me again—faint but unmistakably human, fragile and mortal, but somehow intoxicating. She was the anomaly among us werewolves—her heartbeat still pulsing beneath pale skin, her
