Paul's pov
The moment Noah and I arrived at what was supposed to be Pecan's house, my heart stopped. Flames roared angrily into the night sky, their orange glow casting an eerie light over the destruction. My blood boiled with rage as I watched firefighters battle to control the inferno. Who would do something like this? What could have driven anyone to burn her house to the ground? My fists clenched at my sides, and I felt my wolf stirring, ready to tear into whoever was responsible.
As I scanned the chaos, my eyes landed on her. Pecan. She was crumpled against Liam, her fragile frame trembling as he held her. My heart twisted at the sight of her, vulnerable and broken. And yet, something about seeing her in his arms set my teeth on edge. My instinct was to rush over, to pull her away from him, to remind her, and myself, that she was mine. But what claim did I have anymore? I had chosen my Luna, my queen, over her.
