Chapter 122

• Ethan's eyes snapped open, his gaze foggy as he struggled to regain his consciousness. The room around him slowly came into focus, its contours sharpening like a painting. His hand instinctively went to his nose, where a trickle of blood flowed freely, a liquid ribbon winding its way down his face.
• As he swiftly transformed into his human form, his movements were jerky, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings. His mind reeled, still disoriented from the vision that had ravaged his senses.
• Across from him, Clarion crumpled to the ground, her body limp like a fallen leaf. Her slender frame seemed fragile, vulnerable, as if the weight of her own magic had crushed her. Alpha Ryker rushed to her side, his face etched with concern, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness. He scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as if she were a precious treasure.