Dylan collapsed alongside the beast.
Everything had happened so quickly that Élisa felt as if she had been torn from the scene, disconnected from the flow of action. She had seen it—that moment when Dylan changed. That moment when he launched himself at the creature with a fury that was no longer human. Then… he had gutted it with his bare hands. And collapsed with it.
She remained frozen for a brief instant. A second of cold in her muscles, her breath caught in shock.
But she wouldn't stay that way.
Not now.
Not after what she'd just witnessed.
She knew Maggie too well. And she already sensed what was forming in her mind.
What they had all feared from the beginning—that tipping point, that loss of control. The state into which Dylan had just plunged… was precisely what they had sought to avoid.
And if Maggie deemed him lost…
Then she would act.
Without hesitation.
Without waiting for him to wake up.
Without giving him the slightest chance.
