Elena’s mouth went dry. “Stay” sounded too intimate. Too heavy. Like a promise disguised as a command. Her hand stayed against Damien’s chest. She inhaled slowly. Lyra rose just beneath Elena's skin. She wasn't wild or frantic. Her presence was more a show of solidarity. Elena opened her mouth and tried to speak, but the requested word wouldn't come forward. Her voice cracked from the pressure she felt building in her chest. The emotions were too powerful, too raw. Elena jerked her hand back instinctively and said, “I can’t.”Roland’s expression didn’t change. “You can. You’re choosing fear.”“That’s not—”“Again,” Roland said, and the single word carried enough authority to make Elena’s skin tighten.Elena swallowed hard and looked at Damien. He nodded once. She tried again.“Stay.”The word came out sharper than she intended. She didn't shout, but the word had an edge to it that she didn't expect. Damien’s reaction was immediate—his shoulders locked, and his wolf flared. His eyes
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