เข้าสู่ระบบZane's Point Of ViewThe sheets twisted around our ankles, hot and messy, carrying the mingled scent of our bodies. Mid-day sun cut through the heavy velvet curtains of Ronan's private quarters, throwing long, dusty lines of gold across the floorboards. Two weeks. Exactly fourteen days had passed since the arena floor cracked open, fourteen days since I'd nearly watched the light drain from my mate's eyes. The memory still made my chest tighten with phantom fear, my breath catching whenever I let myself remember that moment of pure terror. Everything at the academy was supposedly returning to normal now. Workers mortared the broken stone pillars in the courtyard back together, their hammers ringing out from dawn until dusk. Regular students walked to the dining hall with their heavy leather books tucked under their arms, gossiping about the battle as if it had been some kind of entertainment. And Kaelen... Kaelen had vanished. He'd disappeared into thin air the second the dust settl
The heavy, iron-scented air inside the private medical ward thickened until it felt almost suffocating as the two boys clung to each other. Zane pressed his forehead hard against Ronan's good shoulder, his entire frame shaking with those deep, messy, unpolished sobs that erupt when adrenaline finally drains from your system and leaves you feeling utterly hollow. He didn't care that his uniform was stiff with dried dirt and someone else's blood. He didn't care that his knuckles were raw from clenching them so hard his skin had split. All that mattered was the solid, rhythmic thumping of Ronan's heart against his chest… a sound that, only ten minutes ago, had stopped completely. The silence of that moment still echoed in Zane's mind, a void more terrifying than any darkness he'd ever known. He could still feel the phantom emptiness of Ronan's chest beneath his palms, the awful stillness that had made his own heart seize with panic. "You're a fool," Zane choked out, his voice cracking
Zane's Point Of ViewI grabbed onto that golden vein on the right side of my spirit and pulled. I pulled with everything I had left in my miserable, aching body, every ounce of strength I could scrape together from the bottom of my soul. There was no room for hesitation now, no space for doubt or fear of what this might cost me. It felt like reaching into a furnace with bare hands and dragging out a fistful of melted glass. A loud, ugly scream tore from my throat, bouncing off the clean white walls of the infirmary room. My whole body went completely stiff, toes curling inside my boots, and my spine arched so hard I heard the bones in my lower back click.The pain was blinding, absolute… the kind that makes you forget your own name, your purpose, everything except the agony itself. For a terrifying moment, I thought I might actually pass out, but the image of Ronan's dying face kept me anchored to consciousness. Then, suddenly, the air went wild. Thick, shimmering silver-amber ligh
Zane's Point Of ViewThe latch on the heavy oak door clicked into place with an awful, solid thud, and silence flooded the room. Too quiet. The only sound remaining was that wet, horrible rattling emanating from Ronan's throat each time his chest hitched. It sounded as though he were breathing through shards of broken glass, each inhalation a struggle against something dark and terrible eating him from within. I stood at the foot of the bed, my boots glued to the floor. My mind spun in circles like a wheel stuck in mud… completely blank, unable to gain traction. Where was I even supposed to start? I'd never attempted anything like this before. I was just a student, a hybrid who could barely keep his own wolf from spiraling into madness, and now someone expected me to repair a collapsing Alpha core? The weight of that responsibility pressed down on my shoulders like iron chains, each link forged from the lives depending on my success. I took two shaky steps forward until my knees bum
Zane's Point Of ViewShe didn't waste another second. Before I could even process that oily, sarcastic voice echoing in my skull, Headmistress Elara seized my hand. Her fingers felt dry and surprisingly strong, digging into my knuckles with an urgency that spoke of genuine fear. She began whispering under her breath again… fast, rhythmic words in a language I couldn't place, and the air around us thickened, grew heavy, like trying to breathe underwater. Then everything blurred. This wasn't like running with Fenrir's speed, where the world simply streaked past in ribbons of color. The entire room… the towering bookshelves, the mahogany desk, the faded carpet beneath our feet, melted into swirling lines of grey and white. My stomach plummeted into my boots. That horrible, dizzying pull made my head spin so violently I thought I might vomit right there. When the world finally snapped back into focus, the smell struck me first. That sharp, clean, biting scent of rubbing alcohol mingled
Zane's Point Of ViewI stared at her, my jaw hanging open as though someone had cut the strings holding it in place. For a heartbeat, I forgot the basic mechanics of breathing. The room shrank around me, walls pressing inward while the mingled scents of ancient parchment and lavender thickened in my throat until I could taste them. "Is that... is that even possible?" The words tore from my chest as my hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling in the sweaty, matted strands. My brain refused to process what she was suggesting. "You're talking about using the exact same energy that's currently dissolving his internal organs to fix him. That sounds insane, Elara. It sounds like suicide." She didn't blink. Instead, she offered a slow, deliberate nod, her weathered hands coming to rest flat against the mahogany desk's polished surface. The gesture carried a finality that made my stomach drop. "Yes, it is possible, Zane. Daekan's power isn't inherently meant for evil. He isn't some mindless
Zane's Point Of View My breath caught, ragged. My thoughts twisted into one truth, brutal and unshakable: I could never watch Ronan die. Not when I could help. I didn’t retreat. My boots dug into the dirt like roots, locking me in place. His crimson eyes flickered up to mine, desperate and furious
Zane's Point Of View “We’re just getting started.”My chest heaved, every inhale a struggle under the weight of him. He tore his shirt over his head in one brutal yank, muscles flexing, sweat gleaming under the dim light. His skin was flushed, veins standing out, his chest rising and falling like
Zane's Point Of View But my brain wouldn’t shut up. It never does. Behind the haze of heat and relief, ugly thoughts crawled up, uninvited. His clan. His duty. And her… his fiancée.The word alone was like ice water in my veins.My chest tightened. I broke the kiss suddenly, pulling back, my breath
Ronan's Point Of View He tilted his head up, eyes dazed but sharp with that stubborn spark of his. The sight clawed at something deep in my chest. His lips trembled. “How… how are you even standing like that? You’re bleeding? Does it… does it hurt?”For a second, I almost laughed. Even soaked in h







