- Sebastian Lightwood:
I have never felt rage like that in my entire life. I was never the type of guy who gets angry, my whole life I learned to stay calm and never let my emotions especial anger, control me, because I needed to be able to control my wolf.
But the rage I felt burning in my blood wasn't loud.
It wasn't explosive.
It was quiet.
Heavy.
Dense.
It sat in my chest like molten metal, burning through everything it touched.
The world twisted around us, folding into itself under the force of Aurelian's magic, and then suddenly—
We were back.
Elias's room.
His room at the Grayson pack.
The one he had slept in his entire life.
The one I had spent a few nights in, talking, and existing beside him before any of this had happened. Before Aurelian happened.
It looked the same.
The same bed.
The same desk.
The same curtains.
The same familiar scent of him.
Except everything was wrong.
Because Aurelian was here.
And he didn't belong here, because he was leaving.
