The second wave hit at dawn.
Lyra woke screaming, her body convulsing, the brief relief from last night's claiming already forgotten, replaced by a deeper, more desperate hunger. The heat had evolved — no longer just demanding filling, but demanding control and submission, the complete surrender of her will to the wolves who owned her.
Soren was waiting.
He sat by the bed, fully dressed in black, his medical satchel open beside him, his expression calm and assessing. Where Kael ruled through dominance and Jax through ferocity, Soren's power lay in patience, in the meticulous, calculated application of sensation designed to break her mind before her body.
"Restraints," he said, his voice clinical despite the dilation of his pupils. "Blindfold. Total sensory isolation. You will experienc
