The air felt colder as I stood, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared down at James's battered body. His eyes fluttered closed again, and a pang of fear shot through me. I couldn't let him die. Not after everything we had been through. Not when we were so close.
"Stay with me, James," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "I'm going to fix this. I promise."
But how? How could I fix something like this? James's cryptic words about the Heart of Lycaon echoed in my mind, but I had no idea where to start. It was a legend, a myth—a power so ancient that no one truly believed it existed anymore. And yet, James had staked everything on it.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I couldn't afford to panic. Not now. James needed me. I glanced around the dimly lit room, my mind racing for a plan. Vincent was still fighting that monster outside, and I had no idea how long he could hold him off.
