KATHERINE

In a matter of seconds, Elliot had his arms wrapped around us, pressing us protectively against his broad chest.

"Kath, we don’t have time to lose. They’re going to cut the bridge. Lavinia will be fine, trust me, my love, trust me. Don’t be afraid of that lycan—he’s my wolf, and he loves you with all his being. We both do," he confessed urgently, caressing my tear-streaked cheek.

The bridge was still vibrating. It seemed those wretched women hadn’t reached the other side yet.

There was no time for romance—only survival.

I nodded, trusting him with our lives. I did everything he told me. I was no longer afraid of the beast behind the man.

"No matter if you choke me, don’t let go of my back for anything in the world!" he roared, his voice already shifting.

"Yes, yes! Just hold onto Lavinia tight, please!" I begged, climbing onto him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands nearly strangling him by the neck.

I felt his body shifting beneath me—growing, doubling in strength,