“Calm your shit, Nyctraeus!” Therion growled, fingers clawing into the armrest of his throne.

But the beast inside him didn’t listen. His wolf’s rage clawed at his chest, a feral, maddened force scraping for release. It snarled, prowled, and crashed against his control like a wild storm.

“Mate... she’s gone. Ours. Gone!” it howled, tearing at his thoughts, a relentless, agonized chorus.

Therion’s jaw clenched, the silver and blood-red of his mismatched eyes flaring with fury. ...