KNOX’S POV
And worse — worse than the threat, worse than the rage, worse than every murderous impulse screaming through my blood — is the tiny splinter of doubt he just drove into my chest.
Because Rafael is wrong. He has to be wrong.
Ember is mine. I feel it in my bones, in my blood, in every cell of my body that aches for her when she’s not close enough to touch.
But my wolf…
My wolf has been… different since Celeste. It moved for her. It ached for her.
That night in the safehouse, when I almost marked her without meaning to. It rose up and reached for her and tried to claim her before I wrenched it back.
But it wasn’t like before. It wasn’t like Celeste, when the bond sang so loud it drowned out everything else. It was a certain, undeniable pull, one driven into instinct.
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