DRAVEN’S POV

I quietly watched her spear barely two inches from the beast’s heart. I found that I was not mad, not scared. In fact, with death staring me in the face, I was relieved, even though it was by the hand of my mate. 

 

A loud growl escaped my mouth. Pain coursed through my veins, such as I had never felt before. I would say it was like the pain of becoming the beast, except it was three times worse and it wasn’t just my abdomen, it was every bit of me. 

 

“Aria…” I fought through the beast and screamed her name. There were two different worlds playing right...