NYQXEE’S POV
Fighting alongside my mate, Quennor, felt... incredible. There was a spark between us something fierce and raw. Not just the magnetic pull of the mate bond, but something deeper. A silent understanding, like we’d fought together in another life and instinctively knew the rhythm of each other’s steps. Every move we made was synchronized, a dance of destruction, brutal and beautiful all at once. The world seemed to slow, and in the middle of chaos blood, snarling, metal against bone there was only us, a force of nature, tearing through the rogues like a wildfire burning out of control.
Every time our backs met in the fray, every time we moved in perfect tandem, a thrill shot through me. The sharp clang of claws, the guttural roars, even the sting of fresh wounds were dulled by
