**Lysander**

Ares takes control before I can stop him.

My body shifts mid-stride, bones cracking, reforming. Within seconds, I'm running on four legs instead of two.

"GAIA!" Ares howls in my mind. "She's our Mate! She's LEAVING! We have to stop her!"

He races up the mountain path, powerful legs eating up the distance.

"Lysander, let me go! Let me catch her!"

Part of me wants to. Goddess, every fiber of my ...