The fight was brutal—but only because the rogues were desperate.
Fenrir was already on the edge of feral when the last wave came.
Finding his mate attacked, injured, bleeding out on the ground had torn something loose inside him—something ancient, primal, and merciless. Rage burned through his veins like wildfire, drowning out pain, logic, and restraint. Every instinct screamed for him to abandon the battlefield and go to her, to gather her broken body beneath his bulk and protect her from the world.
But he couldn’t.
Not yet.
Because she was still not safe.
Through the bond, Fenrir felt everything Diana felt—and it nearly broke him.
The sharp agony in her side where claws had torn too deep. The dizzy haze creeping into her mind as her strength ebbed away. The sluggishness in her lim
