{Third Person}
Alexander slowly stepped forward with heavy steps.
Each movement carried weight, his claws faintly scraping against the floor as his gaze locked onto Amara.
His breathing was uneven, deeper than normal, as though something inside him was fighting for control and losing.
The scent of blood was still there, though faint. But something else began to interfere. Her scent. Her presence. It disrupted something within him.
Alexander's steps slowed. His head lowered slightly, his gaze narrowing with something more conflicted instead of the supposed aggression.
The tension in his body remained, coiled and dangerous, yet no immediate attack followed.
Amara could not understand any of it. All she saw was danger.
Her back hit the headboard; there was nowhere else to retreat. Her fingers gripped the sheets as her breathing turned shallow and uneven.
