Rafe’s POV
The moment Evelynn stepped back into the bar, I smelled blood. Not hers - thank the moon - but thick and sharp on her skin, staining the air around her like a banner.
Every muscle in my body went taut. Maddox’s grin vanished. Calder’s growl shook the bottles on the shelves. Jax’s eyes burned gold, his wolf clawing to the surface.
And her?
She walked through the haze of neon and cigarette smoke like she owned the place. Head high, spine straight, eyes steady. My wolf surged inside me, hackles raised, not from anger - but from hunger.
She stopped at our table, blood on her knuckles, fire in her stare.
“Next time,” she said, voice cold and sharp enough to slice through bone, “I expect one of you to follow me when I get up.” Then she snatched a glass and downed the whiskey in
