The Breaking Point

“YOU BITCH!”

Lyra didn’t wait — she ran for the door, legs shaky, vision swimming. Her body was still weak, but adrenaline pushed her forward. She reached for the doorknob —

Only to be yanked backward by a brutal, inhuman force.

“No—NO!” she screamed, nails clawing at the floor.

Thorne dragged her back, panting, limping, rage transforming his face into something monstrous.