"Ex-best friend," Voren's voice thundered through the cabin like a storm breaking loose. The pressure rolling off him grew suffocating, his eyes darkening with a dangerous edge as the wolf inside him clawed harder, desperate to take control.
The air turned thick and threatening, heavy enough to choke on. Oriana instinctively stepped back, her face paling at the raw power radiating from her son.
Before everything could spiral out of control, Seraphine reached out and slipped her fingers into Voren's hand, her touch soft but steady. "V," she murmured gently, her voice wrapping around him like a lifeline. "Let it go."
Voren looked down at her, and that simple contact grounded him instantly. His chest heaved as he fought for control, breaths coming deep and ragged. After a few tense seconds, the terrifying darkness in his eyes slowly ebbed away.
