Victor’s POV (The Vampire King)

My knees gave out beneath me, crashing to the cold marble floor as a gut-wrenching agony ripped through my chest. My body convulsed in waves of unbearable pain, but it wasn’t physical—not entirely. No, this pain came from deep within, from the very core of my being.

Atlas… my wolf. My soul.

I felt him shatter. Not fade. Not weaken. Shatter—like glass into dust—leaving only a gaping, echoing void inside ...