Darius
The blood moon ceremony had worked wonders, calming the fury that clawed at my insides like a rabid beast. My wolf, that relentless, raging force, had finally settled, allowing me a brief reprieve from the ever-present urge to tear Rowon’s throat out. That would come later—when the moment was right. I’d savour the look in his eyes when he realised he’d overstepped one too many times.
A low, dark growl escaped me as I ran, paws pounding through the forest, revelling in the wild freedom of my wolf form. It was therapy—a release for the anger coiled so tightly in my chest. Rowon. Just thinking his name made my blood burn. That smug bastard had been there, grinning, taunting me, acting like he was owed something I’d die to protect. Soon, I promised myself. Soon, his smirk would be wi
