Calvin’s POV
The first thing I registered was the sound.
A door slamming against the wall. The sharp, ragged inhale of someone barely containing their fury. And then—
A roar.
Not just any roar.
A sound so raw, so drenched in murderous rage, that the very air in the room seemed to shudder.
I lifted my head slowly.
Lorien stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his serpentine eyes burning with an unfathomable fury. His hands were clenched so tight that his claws had unsheathed, digging into his own palms. His aura flooded the room, suffocating, oppressive, a force of nature ready to tear through anything in its way.
Franklin took a wary step back. Even he, ever composed, looked pale.
But I didn’t move.
I didn’t have the strength to.
Or maybe, I just didn’t care.
Then Lorien’s vo
