Fadel’s POV

I took another step.

Hands grabbed at me then. One. Two. Too many. Ashborne guards first, then Moonveil guards, desperation replacing fear as they dragged me back. I snarled, twisting violently, my claws carving deep gouges into the ground as I fought them.

“Let me go,” I roared, my voice tearing out of my chest. “She is in there.”

“You will not survive, Alpha, please stop,” someone begged, their grip tightening around my arms.

Survive.

The word meant nothing.

I ...