The wolves of Draven Ridge fell silent.
Not because they weren’t ready to fight.
Because they realized this wasn’t an attack.
It was a hunt.
And Midnight was the prey.
Dozens of crimson eyes glowed beyond the shattered gates, shifting through the snow and darkness surrounding the estate like living nightmares.
The Shadow Eater beneath Kael’s claws grinned wider.
“They came when the mountain called.”
Kael slammed the creature into the marble hard enough to crater the floor.
“Shut up.”
The Shadow Eater laughed again.
Black blood poured from its mouth.
“You cannot protect her from the abyss, Alpha.”
Kael’s claws pressed deeper into its throat.
“Watch me.”
The mate bond surged violently through Midnight’s chest at the words.
The demon inside her stirred.
Hungry.
Possessive.
