Dane'S POV
He didn't see it coming. An advantage I couldn’t forfeit.
The moment my beast’s claws connected with his face, Rowan staggered back. A hiss tore from his throat — surprise more than pain.
Blood welled from the four lines carved across his cheek, dripping onto the collar of his shirt. He touched the wounds with two fingers. Looked at the blood on his hand.
Then looked at me.
I didn't give him time to process it.
I launched.
We crashed through the wall like it was paper. Plaster and wood exploded around us, raining debris as we rolled across the corridor floor in a tangle of claws and snarling fury.
His beast was massive, ancient in ways I couldn't fully comprehend, something older than any wolf I'd ever encountered.
But mine was hungry.
Rowan recovered faster than I exp
