I kneel on the cold marble floor with thick, dark blood dripping from my chin.My chest heaves as I try to pull air into my burning lungs.The metallic tang of my own blood coats my teeth, mixing with the sharp, overwhelming scent of mass panic flooding the grand ballroom.Through the haze of my own agony, I watch Jaslyn turn her back on me.She lifts the soaked fabric of her ruined green dress and breaks into a desperate sprint toward the kitchen doors.She is running away from me, terrified of the man who swore to protect her.The realization hurts far worse than the magical fire currently eating through my ribcage.I reach a trembling hand out toward her retreating form.My inner wolf thrashes against the cage of my ribs, howling in pure devastation as he watches our mate flee.Every single step she takes puts more distance between us.The brilliant silver tether of light connecting our chests pulls tight.A fresh wave of excruciating phantom pain explodes behind my sternum, forcin
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