Callum’s grip on my arm faltered at the sound of Odile’s voice, just enough, and I threw my weight sideways with everything Odile had drilled into me in the training yard days earlier, breaking free and stumbling clear as the room erupted into motion around me.
Ronan didn’t shift back. He didn’t need to. One massive, controlled leap put him between Callum and the door, cutting off the only exit, and I watched the wolf’s advance slow into something almost surgical — not the mindless fury of the doorway entrance, but a deliberate, contained power that told me, even in that terrifying form, some part of him was still choosing every single movement.
“He’s not going to kill him,” Odile said, appearing beside me with a steadiness that belied the raw emotion visible underneath it. “Not unless C
