Alex’s POV
Her voice is still ringing in my ears, raw and broken, a sound I never thought I would hear from Elsa. She is on her knees before me, her tears staining the ground, her hands clutching at me as though she can anchor herself to my soul and keep me from walking away. The proud, mocking woman who once stood so tall, dripping with arrogance, is gone. What remains is a hollowed-out shadow, trembling and desperate, and though my chest tightens, though my wolf shifts uneasily within me, my fury burns brighter than pity.
I should be relieved that Amelia saved me, that the Goddess touched her with power enough to pull me back from death itself, but instead I feel only anger coursing through my veins, a fire I cannot quench. When my eyes fall on Elsa, her face wet with tears, her lips f
