KENDRICK POV
I didn’t need words.
Keegan’s voice slid into my mind like smoke—broken, slurred, and faint.
“I’m sorry.”
Just that. Nothing else. No context. No response to my call. No mindlink to confirm anything. Just that damn whisper.
I felt it hit like a gunshot to the chest. Felt something in me fracture.
Kyle and Kingsley heard it too. They didn’t say a word, didn’t need to. Kyle’s growl became guttural, primal. Kingsley’s hackles bristled as his eyes bled into full black. That fear… that whisper of loss… gave us what we needed. The final push.
Blood rained.
We tore through the remaining wolves like paper. No strategy, no technique—just raw violence. Throats ripped open. Bone cracked. Muzzles soaked crimson. They didn’t even have time to scream. It wasn’t a fight anymore. It w
