جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

POV: LyraI wake up screaming.Not a scream like fear. Not a scream like pain.It is worse. It is a ripped out gasp, like something tears straight through my chest and drags sound out with it.My hands slam to my chest. My heart is going insane. Too fast. Too hard. Like it.is trying to escape me.The bond.My bond.It.is screaming.Not pulling. Not tugging. Screaming. Thrashing. Convulsing like a thing with teeth and claws, like it is alive and panicking and trying to tear itself free.“No. No. No. NO!”The words spill out broken and fast. I barely recognize my own voice. My wolf snaps awake inside me, all teeth and rage, growling so low it vibrates through my ribs.Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.Darius.“What did you do?! What did you do?!”It burns under my skin. Fire and electricity and sharp, stabbing pressure, like knives sliding between my bones. I can’t breathe right. I can’t think.I throw the blankets off, rushing to get off only to hit the floor hard, palms sl

POV: DARIUSI lock the door and press my back to it like the room might chase me if I do not. My chest is on fire. My hands are shaking. I breathe in through my nose and it feels like glass. I breathe out and nothing leaves. The walls are too close. The lights are too bright. Everything smells like her and that makes no sense because she is not here.I drag my fingers through my hair and laugh once, sharp and ugly. “Get it together,” I mutter. My voice sounds wrong. Thin. Like it is cracking under my own ears.My wolf does not care.He is pacing. I feel it in my ribs, back and forth, claws scraping bone, head low, shoulders tight. He keeps turning in circles like he lost something and the room keeps lying to him about where it is.“Stop,” I think at him.He does not.All I see is her back walking away. All I smell is that clean heat, that pull that made my knees go weak in front of a room full of Alphas. I slam my fist into the wall. Not hard enough to break it. Hard enough to feel it

POV: DARIUSI leave the conference angry and hollow and restless all at once.The doors close behind me and the noise drops, but my head does not. It keeps replaying looks and silences and the way the room shifted when she walked in.Elara.I do not even know why her name sits so heavy in my chest. I do not know who she is to me. I only know that when I walked past her and she did not look at me, something inside me twisted hard.Harder than rage.People follow me out in small groups. Not close. Never close. I hear pieces of talk.“That was reckless.”“He looks unstable.”“Did you see his eyes?”I keep walking. My guards stay tight around me. I do not ask for them to. They just do.Outside, the air is cold and sharp. I breathe it in deep and it still does nothing. My wolf shifts under my skin, pacing like it is trapped in a room with no door.You felt her too, I think.The wolf answers with a low pull in my gut. Not words. Just pressure. Just need.I get in the car and shut the door h

POV: LYRAThe pain hits me while I am standing in the hall, arguing with one of the quartermasters about supplies. Sharp and blinding it almost sends me to my knees I do not even get to finish my sentence.My breath cuts off like someone punched me from the inside, and the world tilts hard to the left. A sharp crack snaps through my chest, straight through the bond, hot and bright and wrong.I gasp in pure unadulterated painMy knees buckle and I hurry to grab the wall, nails scraping stone. I hear someone says calling me, my name but it sounds far away, like I am underwater.“Luna? What is wrong?” the quartermaster asks, reaching for me.“Do not touch me!* I snap, because the second he comes close the pain spikes again.It feels like a wire snapping and recoiling. Like something pulled too tight and finally fought back.I press my palm to my chest, right where the bond sits, and try to breathe through it.In. Out.It does not help.Something is wrong with him.Something is wrong wit

POV: DariusDinner. Everyone is here, all of them in their stiff, polite smiles, all pretending that the last conference didn’t leave my reputation frayed and raw. I sit at the long table, hands wrapped around the silverware I don’t really feel, and I notice it before anyone says a word. My wolf notices it.It’s faint. Almost nothing. A scent that doesn’t belong here. No Lyra. Not her. I can’t place it immediately but my chest tightens and my breath hits short. It’s memory, it’s recognition, and it is mine.I freeze mid-lift of a fork.My wolf surges forward inside me, muscles coiling and stretching without permission. My knees almost buckle. My hand shakes so hard it slams the table, and I hear the sharp clap over the clinking of forks and murmurs. Every head snaps to me. The pack freezes like I’ve pressed pause on the room.I can feel them thinking, waiting for the madness. Waiting for me to break. I feel their fear slicing at me, humiliating, sharper than any blade.Not threat. Not