Elowen's POV Ranon knelt beside me, ignoring Theron, brushing my hair from my face with a gentle hand, his touch a profound comfort. His gaze was filled with a deep, concerned tenderness. “You alright, El? Any serious damage?” I nodded, breathless, but something inside me was shifting. The anger, the fear, the doubt—it was all coalescing into a sharp, focused determination. “I’m fine. I… I want to go again.” The words were raw, laced with a new kind of hunger. He helped me to my feet, his strong hand supporting my elbow. Then, with his free hand, he drew a symbol on my shoulder with his fingertips—one of the complex, ancient runes from his family, a wolf’s head entwined with a crescent moon. A grounding mark, a protection. His magic seeped into my skin, a warm, resonant hum, and I felt it—his presence, his strength—rooting me like an unshakeable anchor. “Let go, Elowen,” he whispered, his golden eyes holding mine, filled with an unwavering trust. “Let the fire take you. We’ll
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