Draven:
I had never seen her like this.
My mate was sitting there, torn between disbelief and fear, as though she wasn't sure if what just happened was real.
Her hands were trembling slightly, her breaths were uneven. She opened her mouth once, twice, like she wanted to speak but couldn't find the right words. And that alone was enough to tear something inside me apart.
Through the mate bond, I felt her distress like it was my own. My wolf whined in my chest, restless, demanding me to close the distance, to pull her into my arms and never let her go. But before I could move, she was already speaking - her voice soft, shaken, yet determined.
"Watch," she whispered and her hand moved toward Rowan.
