[Phreya]

The heavy timber doors clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing through the dead silence of the war room.

Every eye in the room was locked on me, but I didn't care about the elders, the shifters, or the witches. My focus was pinned entirely on Damian. Standing against the back wall, his broad frame was rigid, his mismatched gaze burning with a raw, volatile intensity that hit my senses like a physical strike.

Through the thin, cloudy thread between us, I felt the chaotic storm raging ...