Chapter 883

• Michelle's eyes were shot through with frantic red streaks. She looked like a wounded pup as she lunged at Derek, her fists raining down on his chest—though it was like trying to punch a wall of solid granite.
• "Derek, do you even have a heart?" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. "Before, you pushed me away and said your heart belonged to someone else. But Tabitha has been gone for years! If she actually gave a damn about you, do you think she'd stay a ghost for this long? You really think she's coming back? Stop being a fool!"
• Derek didn't flinch. He didn't even raise a hand to block the blows. He simply stood there, letting her vent her rage until she ran out of breath. Then, he stepped around her with a calm, surgical precision and walked straight to the Lycan's bedside. His eyes held a steady, unshakable light—the look of a man who had survived a thousand storms and wasn't about to be knocked over by a breeze.