Leah Carter’s Point of View
The vial glowed faintly in my palm, as though Kael’s blood carried its own pulse.
My hands shook as I clutched it, terrified it might shatter, terrified of what it meant. The metallic tang of his blood still clung to the air, thick and potent. It was salvation, and it was a chain.
Kael’s words thundered in my skull.
“This will save your brother. But it binds you to me… forever.”
The chamber felt suddenly smaller, the walls pressing in around us. My chest was heaving, my throat raw. He had turned away from me, his hand still bleeding but already closing into a scar. Alphas healed fast, too fast.
“Go,” he said, his back rigid, his voice sharp enough to cut. “Take it before I change my mind.”
My lips parted, but no words came. I wanted to say thank you, want
