Tabitha's POV

The air cracked with tension the moment he lunged forward. His claws sliced through the air where I once stood, missing me by inches. I ducked and rolled to the side, my breath caught in my throat. Donovan’s shadow loomed over me—dark, predatory, and merciless. The moonlight that streamed from the tall windows glimmered across his sharp fangs as his growl echoed through the empty hallway.

“You move fast,” he muttered, his tone a mix of curiosity and threat. “But ...