Patrick's POV
The instant Helena disappears through the back exit, Dusk unleashes a violent howl that reverberates through my soul. Every primal instinct demands I chase after her, but heavy footsteps crash against the diner floor behind me. The metallic click of weapons being readied fills the air. I position myself at the heart of the destroyed restaurant and expose my fangs in a lethal snarl. Death might claim me while defending Helena, but that's a price I'm willing to pay. However, one truth burns through my mind like molten silver. Should I survive this carnage, I will bury my teeth deep into her throat and mark her as mine forever.
Shattered glass grinds beneath my boots as my fingers wrap around my weapon's grip. "Come and face me," I snarl into the chaos.
