Theo was far beyond hearing her. The primal hunger driving him seemed to drown out all sense of reason. His crimson eyes burned brightly even as his form disappeared through the mansion's side entrance.
'Think, Caera, think!'
She told herself, her mind racing. The girl couldn't let him be seen—not like this. Her chest heaved as she reached the entrance he had vanished through, the cold stone walls of the mansion pressing down on her. A shiver of dread ran down her spine as she glanced toward the North wing, where faint voices drifted through the corridors.
The Circle was awake.
Her pulse quickened. There was no time to hesitate. She darted inside, her azure eyes scanning the shadowy halls. Theo's presence was unmistakable; she could feel it, a heavy, suffocating pressure in the air. She knew him better than anyone—this wasn't just about him losing control. This was something deeper, something dangerous.
