The moment Lyra fled the room, the air between Kael and Marcus thickened, tension crackling like a live wire. Kael's fists clenched at his sides, the anger simmering beneath the surface threatening to explode. But he couldn't chase after her—not yet. Not with Marcus still standing there, his smirk full of victory.
"You're losing her, Kael," Marcus taunted, his voice as slick and venomous as ever. "And once she realizes what you really are, she'll run straight into my arms."
Kael growled low in his throat, his wolf just beneath the surface, howling to break free. But he couldn't let it out—not now. His hands flexed, and he forced himself to keep his voice steady. "I'll never let you take her. Whatever you're trying to do, it won't work."
