#Chapter 182 – My name is Tyrant

Damon The forest stank of blood and rot, and none of it was hers. I wiped my claws on the torn hem of my cloak, the copper tang clinging stubbornly to my skin. The Rogues lay broken around me, their bodies half-buried in the mud where my fury had left them. I’d thought the slaughter would quiet something in me, even briefly. But the feeling afterward was worse, and it didn’t bring her back. There was no scent. No trail. Nothing of Lila. The ache in my chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack. Then, just as quickly, the bond flared; a flicker, faint but sharp, tugging briefly enough to steal my breath away. Alive. I froze, head snapping up, straining for it. The pull pulsed once, twice, then sputtered out like a candle in a stiff breeze. The emptiness it left behind gutted me more than the Rogues’ claws could. Zane paced inside me, restless, snarling his frustration. He hated the flickering most of all. The bond was supposed to be absolute, unbreakab