Serena’s POV
Dorian was hurt. That was all I could think about as I watched him stand there, blood seeping from his side, his silver fur marred by deep scratches.
Damien had won.
The realization sank in like a stone in my stomach, but before I could move towards Dorian, a firm hand clamped around my wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Damien’s voice was low and sharp, a clear warning.
I turned to glare at him, trying to yank my hand free, but his grip only tightened. His dark eyes burned into mine, filled with authority and something darker… possessiveness.
“We made a deal, Serena.” His tone was deceptively calm, but there was something about it…something that made my blood boil.
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
I lifted my chin. “I never agreed to this c
