POV: Juliana Capulet

The world went soft at the edges.

I could feel Ronan's arms around me, hear his voice begging me to stay, but everything felt distant like I was underwater. The silver blade had cut deep, poison spreading through my bloodstream faster than my wolf could heal.

I was dying. I'd known it the moment the blade connected. Known that throwing myself in front of it would cost everything.

But Ronan was alive. That made it worth it.

Through the fading mate bond, I felt his ...