He doesn’t even flinch.
Behind us, a deep, guttural growl rips through the hallway — and the air itself seems to thicken with dread.
I turn just in time to see Draven.
His eyes. Gone completely red. No white left. No silver. No storm. Just pure, blood-hungry rage.
He’s clawing at the shield now. And judging by the cracks spidering through it, he’ll break through in seconds.
“Sin, snap the fuck out of it!” I scream, yanking at him with everything I’ve got.
“We’re dead,” Neris deadpans.
“She’s my mate,” Sin whispers.
I blink at him, stunned.
Oh, for the love of the goddesses. Seriously? This? Now?
Leave it to the universe to find a way to kick me in the teeth while I’m already face-down in the mud. To make everything a million times harder. And messier.
“Sin,” I grit out, dragging his face toward mine, “your brand-new love story will have to wait because we’re about to become hellhound chew toys.”
He blinks once, twice — and then the shield between us and Draven shatters with a deafening crack.
A low growl rips from Sin’s chest, growing louder, deeper — until it bursts into a full roar. Before I can even blink, he shifts.
One second, he's a man. The next, a massive white wolf, his clothes shredded to dust around him.
He lunges straight for the witch. And all I can do is stand there, useless, horror ripping through me.
The witch jerks on Draven’s leash.
Draven whirls — and attacks Sin.
Oh, Goddess. He’s going to die. Sin’s going to die, and then I’ll die, and then it'll just be the witch and her pet hellhound, turning the world to ash.
I suck in a gasp when Sin dodges at the last possible second, slipping under Draven’s claws like a shadow.
Not only that — he actually sinks his teeth into Draven’s shoulder, drawing a brutal spray of blood.
Draven releases a snarl that shakes the floor and swings back with deadly claws — missing Sin’s throat by a breath.
And then — I blink. Blink again.
What thehellam I looking at?
Sin shifts again. Not back into a man. But into a white fucking dragon.
A dragon. In the middle of the palace. Oh, stars.
His wings snap open, blowing a massive hole in the ceiling, sending glass and debris flying like shrapnel. The windows explode outward. Screams echo down the hall.
It’s chaos. Horrifying chaos. Mayhem.
Neris, bless her smart furry ass, drags us back just in time to avoid being shredded into confetti by flying stone and steel.
I stand there like an idiot, hand clamped over my mouth, heart hammering in my ears.
