“Lora,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “What have you done? You… you did all of this?” His eyes scanned the battlefield, the fallen lycans, the c*****e she had caused. It was her Fury, her Omega Fury, that had turned the tide of the battle.
Lora nodded weakly, her tears spilling over. “I had to… Azriel. I had to protect you. All of you.” Her voice cracked, and she buried her face in his chest. **“I couldn’t let them win.”**
Azriel’s throat tightened, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her. “You’re so strong, my love. But this… this power. It’s too much. You’re hurting yourself.”
Lora shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t care… as long as you’re safe. As long as they’re safe.”
Thunder’s voice echoed in his mind, in a panicked to
