The moment shattered. With a sound like thunder tearing through the clouds, the rogues lunged from all sides. It was chaos.
Fangs gleamed in the dying light, claws scraped against the earth, and snarls filled the forest like a storm that had finally broken free.
Selene stumbled backward on instinct, the dagger trembling in her grip as bodies clashed before her. Kael's massive black wolf slammed into the first attacker with bone-crunching force, sending it sprawling into the underbrush.
Luca was filled with pure rage, his crimson-hazed wolf eyes tearing through flesh without hesitation.
Aeron fought like a demon unleashed—graceful and merciless, his fury sharpened by something rageful and possessive.
And Lucian, wounded but unwavering, stood like a wall between her and the monsters, blood still dripping from his chest as he fought whoever dared to approach her, his strength refusing to falter.
But there were too many.
