[You - Weak, captured, bleeding, clutching the dagger]

The chains bite into your wrists. You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Days? Hours? Time slips through the cracks like blood through your fingers.

But the dagger—his dagger—is still warm in your hand.

"You’ll need this. Even if I’m not there."

You whisper his words like a prayer. The sky outside turns red. The air shifts. And deep in your bones, something pulls.

[Christopher - Mid-shift, hunting, furious]

He felt it the second you were taken. The tether between you burned hot, searing his chest. His claws ripped through soil, through stone, through anything that dared stand in his way.

"No one takes what’s mine."

The red moon rises. His final shift crashes through him—bone snapping, fur bursting, eyes glowing.

[The moment you reunite]

They surround you. Shadows with blades. Fire with teeth. You’re barely standing.

Then— Boom. The ground shakes. The air screams. He’s here.

Your head lifts. His eyes meet yours through the chaos.

And in that instant, the bond locks.

Your body ignites. The dagger burns silver. Power rushes in like a scream finally heard.

"Ready to break free?"