บททั้งหมดของ Tethered To His Shadow: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Panic was a thin, icy blade wedged firmly between Kira’s ribs.Standing before the dark-stained window in her small room, she pressed her cold palms hard over her closed eyelids, trying with all her remaining willpower to force the glowing silver light back into the depths of her soul. But her inner wolf—dormant for months, starved, and suppressed by heavy-metal poison—was thrashing violently against her weakening blood vessels. It demanded air. It demanded blood. It wanted to roar.I need to take it now, her mind screamed as her pulse hammered a wild, frantic rhythm in her ears. If I wait until morning, the silver light in my eyes won't be a faint glow anymore. It will be a blazing beacon. Every warrior on this floor will see what I am.Her hands shook so violently she could barely manipulate the fabric of her grey tunic. She reached into her hidden inner pocket, her numb fingers fumbling over the coarse string of the small leather pouch.She crept toward the far corner of her room,

The sound of her body hitting the floor behind his chair was soft, but to Cassian’s hyper-tuned hearing, it echoed like a collapsing tower.He moved before his conscious mind even registered the action. In a single fluid blur, Cassian kicked back his heavy carved chair and reached down. His long arm shot out, catching Kira around her waist half a second before her temple could smash against the sharp, iron-bound corner of his desk.The instant his bare hand locked around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, it hit them both.An explosive, violent surge of heat slammed through the room.It wasn't a spark this time—it was a roaring fire. The dormant mate-bond, starving for contact and ignited by her body’s desperate, feverish state, snapped open like a broken dam. A shockwave of pure electrical force surged from where his palm gripped her side, searing through her thin wool dress and burning straight into his flesh.Cassian let out a sharp, guttural growl, his eyes instantly

The heavy oak door creaked shut behind Dr. Hallow, sealing the five of them within the cold, oppressive stone chamber. The air grew immediately thicker, heavy with the sharp, chemical stench of rubbing alcohol, raw metal, and the faint, ozonic hum of the diagnostic crystals resting inside the doctor's open leather chest.Dr. Hallow set his heavy case down upon the small iron table in the corner. He was a haggard, sharp-featured elder wolf with spectacles perched low on his crooked nose. His hands were meticulous, moving with practiced, practiced ease as he unrolled a felt strip of silver needles and pulled out three clear glass vials sealed with thick wax corks."Alpha," Hallow said softly, his voice echoing in the small room as he prepared his tools. "If this girl is hiding a high-level concealment charm or a chemical suppressant, the diagnostic quartz will react instantly upon contact with her blood. The crystals do not lie."Cassian stood near the hearth, his heavy arms folded over

By the afternoon of her second day trapped in the anteroom, the heavy-metal withdrawal had escalated into a terrifying, full-body crisis.Kira lay curled in a tight ball on the narrow wooden cot, her fingers clutching the rough linen mattress so hard her knuckles turned stark white. Without her daily dose of silver paste to choke her bloodstream and crush her inner wolf into submission, her body had launched an aggressive, violent purge. Her lymphatic system was furiously working to flush every last trace of the chemical poison out through her skin, lungs, and sweat glands.The result was a scorching, white-hot fever that raged through her veins like liquid fire.Her skin felt as though it were being seared from the inside out. Sweat soaked through her thin grey linen tunic, plastering her dark hair to her forehead and cheeks. Every breath she dragged into her lungs burned her throat, leaving a sharp, metallic taste on her tongue."Stay down... please... stay down..." Kira rasped thro

The iron grip of Cassian’s hand around her wrists pinned Kira flush against the wooden headboard, locking her upper body completely in place. His towering frame blotted out the pale moonlight filtering through the narrow arrow-slit window, enveloping her in his suffocating shadow.The air inside the tiny anteroom was volatile, saturated with the competing, explosive scents of their true identities—his razor-sharp pine and electric lightning clashing violently against her sweet, icy winter jasmine and white amber.Cassian’s face hovered inches from hers. His broad chest heaved against her ribs, his breath searing her skin like hot coals. Deep beneath his dark brows, his eyes were no longer grey; they burned with twin pools of luminous silver starfire, the unyielding mark of an Alpha wolf driven into a primal, possessive frenzy."Tell me your true name, girl," Cassian growled again, his voice dropping into a low, guttural vibration that rattled the wooden frame of her cot. "Tell me what