KEEGAN POV
Blood. Fire. Regret.
That’s all I could smell. All I could taste.
Even now, with the tide turning and half the bastards on their knees, trembling, the scent clung to me—inside me—like smoke that had crawled down my throat and made a nest in my lungs.
My claws still dripped. My breath still came in hard bursts.
And Midnight—my wolf—was only just beginning to come back from the edge.
“They were going to die. All of them.”
His voice growled low in my mind, feral and ragged. No regret. No remorse. Just simple truth.
“They would’ve torn us apart if we didn’t answer first.”
He wasn’t wrong.
But the thing was—I hadn’t answered.
I’d unleashed.
I didn’t fight with precision. I fought like death incarnate, like a beast loosed from the pit of something older and darker than I r
