★Nuel's POV★
Am I one person now? Or a vessel housing three souls?
Eryndor. My wolf. And me.
The other two, I never truly know what they're up to, only that they're always bickering, each desperate to take control. Eryndor still refuses to share my body with me. He wants full dominion. He wants me to surrender completely.
And according to Nolan, my wolf, surrendering would mean being trapped in my own mental plane, locked away until Eryndor was done using my body for whatever his purpose was. But Eryndor… a pure hybrid whose lifeline stretches beyond time itself, with no known end? That kind of surrender would be suicide. A gamble I might never return from.