Chapter 30

Maeve’s POV

I was utterly restless. My legs paced back and forth across the cool stone floor of my chamber. I couldn’t sit still—hell, I couldn’t even sleep. The deafening growls and howls tore through the walls, rattling the shutters. With every agonizing roar, a sharp pain knifed through my chest, as if something deep inside me was being wrenched free.

I had no idea what was happening outside, but Dorian’s broken, fear-filled gaze told me it was something truly dangerous. My heart thundered in my chest as thoughts of Draven swirled through my mind. It felt as if those relentless growls were his—desperate, wounded cries for help.

At the thought of Draven in pain, my legs gave out beneath me, and I sank to the damp stone floor. God, I needed to reach him. Driven by desperation, I sprang to my feet and bolted from my chamber.

The castle halls were eerily silent; not a soul stirred. I slipped beyond the fortress walls into the night, swallowed by darknes