IRIS POV – CHAPTER 35
The floor slammed into my back hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.
Skye’s weight pinned me down, his body tense, unmoving—too unmoving. His hands were braced on either side of my head, claws biting into the hardwood, splintering it like paper. I could feel the tremor running through him, violent and restrained at the same time, like a storm locked behind glass.
His eyes—
Void.
Not gold. Not blue. Not wolf.
Black. Endless. Devouring.
“Skye,” I whispered, fear crawling up my spine despite every instinct screaming that this was my mate, that I was safe. “Skye, look at me.”
He didn’t blink.
The room smelled like fire and ozone, heat rolling off him in waves so intense my skin prickled. Somewhere behind us, chairs scraped, voices shouted—my parents,
