MAEVE'S POV
His chest rose and fell as he stepped forward, out of the circle, the air around him dropping enough to send a chill crawling over my skin.
"If this bond will not end without bloodshed… then maybe it is not meant to end at all. Maybe we will rot with it. Forever. Until the end of our days."
The words came out rough, an echo of two voices—guttural, possessive—not entirely his own. Ivan's eyes darkened further, only lighting with the fiery gold of his wolf.
"She has always been ours. Foolish mortals. Why do you believe you can come between us? From the moment the goddess gave her to us, she was ours to keep, ours to consume, ours to break if we choose. No severance, no shiny stone, no fucking priest will take her from me. And the only blood that will spill is that of the one who dares to stand between us."
