Chapter 16 Torn Between Wolves

• "Two Alphas. One heart. And me, caught in the middle."
• The infirmary suddenly felt too small, its stone walls pressing inward as if the ancient building itself couldn't contain the supernatural storm that had just walked through its doors. The air grew thick and oppressive, charged with the kind of dangerous energy that preceded violence between apex predators.
• Gideon's amber gaze was locked onto Darius with laser precision, sharp and venomous as a blade seeking its target. His usually elegant posture had shifted into something more predatory, fists flexing at his sides as if he were fighting the urge to extend claws. When he spoke, his voice carried the low, rumbling undertone that meant his wolf was dangerously close to the surface.