Chapter 33

• The moment I laid eyes on Elara, my heart nearly stopped. She was trembling in Sabrina's grip, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. Seeing my mate in such distress was like a knife to my chest. My breath hitched, and a primal urge surged through me—a desperate need to protect her from whatever nightmare she had just endured.
• Without hesitation, I stepped forward, my gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before me. David lay on the ground, a spear protruding from his torso, his life slowly ebbing away as blood pooled beneath him. The coppery scent of it filled the cave, making the air feel thick and suffocating. Elara’s desperate, trembling pleas for help cut through the tension like a blade, her voice barely holding together under the weight of her fear. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to do something, to act quickly before I lost control.
• "Don't touch him," I commanded, my voice cold, hard, cutting through the air like a whip. Sabrina froze, her hand hovering over the spear, that twisted smile on her face faltering for the first time. She had enjoyed this moment too much, relishing in the chaos she created. She stepped back slowly, her expression calculating as she glanced between Elara and me.