Nevan: My control, forged over centuries, shatters the moment her scent, her very essence, fills my senses. Wren is a dizzying paradox: a human woman, yet a maelstrom of power that pulls me into a hunger I haven't felt in ages. She is mine, a truth branded onto my soul, and with every touch, every taste, I claim her, even as an ancient darkness rises to tear us apart. I am Pestilence, a force of destruction, but for her, I will become a protector, fighting against the heavens themselves to keep her light safe. Wren: My dreams are a terrifying prophecy, a terrifying glimpse into a world I never knew existed, where angels hunt and Horsemen of the Apocalypse become my only hope. Nevan, dark and dangerous, makes my body ache with a craving that scares and excites me. He is my protector, the one who saves me from nightmares, but his world is a battlefield. As the Archangel of Shadows closes in, I realize I'm more than just a girl caught in a celestial war-I am a target, a weapon, and a key to stopping a threat that haunts my waking hours. And if it means facing my deepest fears, I will fight.