Chapter 130

• My vision blurs, struggling to keep up with the chaotic flashes of movement. The sound of growls, distant roars, and the echo of claws against stone fills the hall. Amid it all, one shape stands out—Lucas. I register him only seconds before his massive jaws clamp around the back of my shirt. There’s no time to process what’s happening. He yanks me forward, his Beast form sprinting down the corridor, dragging me in his powerful grip.
• I stumble to keep pace with him, legs burning from the effort. Each step pounds against the stone floor, and though fear surges in my chest, I trust him. I always do.
• He leads us straight toward our wing, his form already rippling as he shifts mid-stride. Bones crack. Fur retreats. Skin stretches. By the time we reach the door, he is once again the man I know—the one I love—but barely holding himself together.