KEEGAN POV
They say rage blinds you.
Whoever said that never fought with a brother on each flank and their mate’s scent still warm in their lungs.
Because this?
This wasn’t blind.
This was focus. Precision. Fury carved into bone and laced with purpose.
Midnight roared out of me in a flash of black fur and death, my wolf faster than thought, already lunging before the first mercenary’s finger tightened around the trigger.
Bang.
The bullet missed by a hair. I felt it whistle past my snout, slicing the air as I spun mid-air and crashed into the shooter’s chest.
Bone crunched.
Metal clattered.
His scream cut off when my fangs closed around his throat.
Warm blood sprayed across my muzzle.
One.
I didn’t stop to gloat.
Didn’t need to.
Another merc—shorter, built like a brick wall—
