His words hit me like a slap. I stood, my body trembling with fury.
“I can’t do this anymore, Lucian,” I said, my voice breaking but resolute. “Let’s end this bond. I’m done.”
His eyes flashed with anger, a flicker of his wolf surfacing. “Unbelievable,” he snarled. “You’re always running away. Always the victim. You’d abandon our bond—abandon Kael—just to make yourself feel better?”
Before I could respond, Talia breezed into the room. Her presence, unwelcome as it was, felt like salt in a raw wound. She looked between us, her lips curling into a faint, smug smile.
“You need to calm down, Sera,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “Kael doesn’t need an overreacting mother. He needs someone strong.”
Her words ignited a fire in me. I turned on her, my voice shaking with suppressed rage. “You have no right to speak about my son,” I hissed, my wolf clawing beneath the surface, desperate to be unleashed.
Talia took a step back, startled by my tone, but Lucian stepped in, his hand raised in warning. “Enough, both of you,” he said coldly.
But I wasn’t finished. My pain, my anger—they wouldn’t be silenced anymore.