CYPRUS’ POV
The runway stretched out before me, cold and endless, but my blood burned like wildfire beneath my skin. I stood frozen at the edge, eyes blazing as the plane ripped through the sky…carrying my betrothed with it. Cassandra and that damn Dylan disappearing farther with every second.
He took her away… again. Made sure I could never reach her.
Even if I transformed into a bat, I’d never reach the altitude of that plane.
And the weight of that… It’s unbearable.
The engines screamed, a furious roar that slowly faded… but inside me, a storm erupted, fierce and uncontrollable. My fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms, veins thrumming with raw, pulsing fury. My fangs slid free, sharp and hungry, trembling in rage I couldn’t contain.
She was right there. Right. f*****
