“You’re going to fuck someone, Caelira, or burn from the inside out.”

“And?” she snapped, voice hoarse. “Let me burn. Let me melt into ash so the Moon Goddess can collect the pieces and shove them down Therion’s throat.”

Nyssa looked terrified. “You haven’t slept in three nights..your scent’s suffocating the entire wing…”

“Good. Maybe it’ll choke him to death.”

Her wolf was feral. Writhing. Howling. Every breath was too much, and not enough.

Nyssa reached ...