Chapter 83

Tyler. Arya's heartbeat pulsed slowly in the darkness, guiding me as I raced through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. Was she dying? Finally, I reached the top floor, where her heartbeat was clearer. But as I approached the door to the room where her heartbeat was stronger, I was met with a barrier—a sleek, electronically locked door that stood between me and the woman I loved. Fury boiled within me, my wolfish instincts overwhelmed with anger at the fact that Ethan had kept her locked up like this. With a snarl of frustration, I reared back on my hind legs, my claws scraping against the smooth surface of the door as I unleashed a barrage of blows, each strike fueled by the burning need to reach her. The door groaned under the force of my assault, the electronic lock sparking and sputtering as it struggled to hold me back. But I was relentless, my determination unyielding as I continued to batter against the barrier between us. Finally, with a resounding crash, the door