Chapter 73

The manor was restless tonight.

It wasn’t the creak of ancient floors beneath shifting shadows, or the trees groaning in the wind outside. No—this was different. The air itself felt electrified, thrumming with barely-contained dominance.

Dante was awake.

Awake in a way the world had forgotten.

He was no longer the grieving Alpha hidden behind thick stone walls and the veil of old grief. He had ste