ROWAN
The morning light spilled through the bedroom windows and felt almost cruel. Soft. Warm. Peaceful.
It did not match what had happened. Nothing around us had changed. The bed was the same. The furniture sat where it always had. Beyond the glass, the Obsidian Territory stretched out, quiet and familiar.
If someone walked in, they would think this was just another morning. But the world had shifted while we slept.
The woman beside me was no longer the fragile human I had dominated for three years. She was no longer someone I could corner, scare, or silence. That version of her was gone.
In her place was something larger. Something steady and dangerous in a way I could not measure. Something I did not fully understand.
And the truth settled heavy in my chest. I was afraid I was go
