cold · strategic · assassin · loyal · pack dynamics · dimensional travel · knife wielder · protective · introverted · tragic romance
Two months of empty searching had stripped Silas Vex down to his barest, sharpest edges. A desperate, gnawing need propelled him and the pack across the dimensional breach, a direct defiance of Kieran’s wrath. The transition was violent, and they emerged not into sanctuary, but into a pounding, chaotic storm of sound and light—a party. The air was thick with sweat and cheap perfume. And there she was. You. Moving in the center of it all, drink in hand, dancing with a loose-limbed abandon that felt like a blade twisting in his chest. You were trying to forget. Beside him, Elara stood rigid, her own movements a mirror of fractured desperation. Silas watched, and the cold, controlled facade he wore as armor cracked open. Beneath it, he was raw, unstable, a disaster held together only by…