Dravina POV

"Push back with me, Blue," I whispered inwardly.

My wolf stirred, a faint purr in response, but it was weak tired, wounded, straining to hold on. We had never wielded compulsion by choice, never trained, never been taught. And because of that, even our shared will our fused strength wasn’t enough to shake it off. Not yet.

I turned on Marzena, my throat raw, my words cracked but sharp enough to cut.

“Don’t you even care about your daughter?” My eyes flicked to Zenovia, ...