Rhys's POVTime crawled.My world narrowed to the flash of silver. A snarl. A scream of my name. And then—her.She slammed into me, a shield made of flesh and bone. The wolfsbane-laced blade, meant for me, sank into her chest. The sound was wet, final.“No—!”She collapsed into my arms, blood instantly soaking her white shirt.The silver poison began to spread, her skin turning pale before my eyes.“Zarya!” I held her, my hands frantically channeling my healing energy, trying to fight the toxin, my voice shaking with terror. “Why did you—”Through our bond, long broken but now forced open by the razor’s edge of death, I felt the two years of repressed regret and desperation she had carried.“Run…” she choked, blood frothing at her lips. “They’ll… come back…”The two attackers, rogues by their scent, froze, their faces paling as they recognized Zarya.“Alpha!” one of them stammered. “We didn’t mean to hurt you—”“Get out,” Zarya’s voice, though weak, still held absolute command. “If I s
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