Evelynn POV
The pack’s cheers shook the walls, rattled glasses, thundered in my bones. But when the crowd parted again, it wasn’t for another challenger.
It was for them.
The four brothers moved forward in unison, cutting through the frenzy like kings walking to a throne. Their wolves shimmered hot beneath their skin - unmistakable, untouchable, the kind of power that made even the most rabid voices fall silent.
Calder reached me first, his hand heavy and grounding on my shoulder. His eyes, sharp as steel, swept over the blood, the claw marks, the bruises blooming across my skin - but he didn’t flinch. He turned to the pack instead.
“You’ve seen her strength.” His voice carried like a war drum. “You’ve seen her bleed. And you’ve seen her win.”
Rafe’s hand caught mine, lifting it high
