Chapter 158
Annalise
Sylus’s body thumped against the cold, unforgiving ground.
Then Cassian.
The sound of their limp bodies collapsing echoed like a death knell in the suffocating silence of the chamber.
"No…"
I lunged forward before I could think, my knees crashing onto the blood-slicked floor. My hands trembled as I reached for Dane, his body sprawled motionless, his once-powerful frame hollowed out, his skin ashen and cold.
"Dane!" My voice cracked as I pulled him into my lap, my fingers running over his cheek, desperate for warmth—for life.
He was too light.
His body—once strong, built to withstand wars, a symbol of the unyielding strength of the Lycans—had withered.
I turned frantically, my gaze darting between them.
Sylus. Cassian. Dane.
All three of them, my mates, my e
