Lyra's POV

“Shit,” he groaned, shoving me so hard my body slammed into the closet doors. The impact rattled the entire frame, but I forced myself to my feet, ignoring the ache in my back. Rage coursed through me, drowning out the pain. I lunged at him, claws outstretched, aiming for his face.

My attack was wild, raw, and desperate, but he was ready. With a guttural growl, Thanos shifted into his wolf form. His black fur rippled like a storm cloud, and his crimson eyes burned with malicious delight. His massive frame dwarfed me, his presence suffocating the room.

His growl deepened, and he snapped his jaws at me,...