Eleanora’s POV

The air crackled with the aftermath of magic and fury. Dust swirled in golden beams from the shattered ceiling, mingling with the faint scent of burnt herbs and scorched stone. The ritual circle around me had crumbled, its power broken, but I was still standing.

Barefoot. Bloodstained. Alive.

My wolf buzzed beneath my skin, stronger than she’d ever been. Free.

And then I saw him.

Gannon.

He shifted mid-leap, his enormous wolf melting away into muscle and bone, landing beside me like a fallen star. Sweat slicked his shirt to his chest, his breathing labored. His eyes locked onto mine, wild with rage, and then something softer.

Love....