Chapter 287 The One Losing Control

Third Person POV

Aubrey’s head snapped up. “I refuse!”

But Henry’s resolve was iron. He extended his hand, his meaning unmistakable. “This isn’t a request, Aubrey. We’re going.”

She didn’t scream or flail. She simply stared at his hand, her voice flat as still water. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely.” His answer was sharp, unwavering. “Running won’t solve anything. You have to face it.” That was his creed–where you fall, you rise again. What she feared, she must confront.

In the next instant, his body swelled, bones cracking in rapid succession. In the space of a breath, a towering wolf stood where he had been–a beast cloaked in silver–gray fur, eyes burning with violet light.

breath ghosting across Aubrey’s face, a force of raw wilderness radiating from him. Then his broad, muscled shoulders nudged her gently but firmly. His message was clear: she could climb on herself–or be

in the faintest breath. Slowly, stiffly, as if part of some grim rite, she reached for the dense

felt her settle and wasted no time. His paws struck the ground, and he shot forward like a streak of

at her ears.

Her face remained blank, though inside, Ella’s voice whispered softly. Our mate is right.

her lips together, answering

and fast. Within forty minutes, the old Miguel family estate loomed before them, the research institute


to human form. Side by side, they stood before the gates. From within

but sharp. “Tell me. If I go in again and lose my mind, will you still

Silence. Long, heavy silence.

reply, sudden and

You’re stronger than that. You –“his violet eyes darkened,

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