Chapter 23 The Breaking Point

Fynn POV The shadows aren’t mine anymore—they’re a tide, a flood, pouring out of me in a roar I can’t silence. The pack house trembles, walls cracking, the air thick with dark and power as it spills from my chest, my hands, my soul. Morgan’s arms are around me, strong, unyielding, but I feel him slipping—not physically, but under the weight of this thing waking inside me. His voice—*Fynn, stay with me*—is a lifeline, but it’s fraying, drowned by the roar in my skull, a voice not mine: *Ours. Finally ours.*