Rhyker’s POV
I forced myself to my feet, positioning myself in front of her once more. “You’re not taking her,” I growled, each word laced with a fury that left no room for negotiation. “Not now, not ever.”
The wolf in front of me chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “We’ll see about that.”
And then, as if on cue, more figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes cold and calculating, forming a tight circle around us.
I counted five, then six—too many to take down alone, even with Alex’s strength. My pulse quickened, but I refused to show fear, refused to give them the satisfaction.
Beside me, Lyra took a step closer, her hand brushing against mine, a silent gesture of trust and unity. She looked at me, her eyes fierce despite the fear that lingered there, and in that m
