Chapter 29

Fractures

RORY’S POV

It was late at night, and the castle was eerily silent except for the distant howls of wolves. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Elara wasn’t in the room. I could hear Renzo humming softly from his chambers—calm, at ease, as if he hadn’t just tried to break me.

A pang of something sharp twisted inside me. I shouldn’t let him control me. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, my wolf refused to obey me. She craved something I refused to name.

I needed to clear my head.

Pulling my cloak tighter, I wandered through the...