Kora’s POV
The world narrowed into sound and motion. Aaron’s shout, a low, terrible thing that seemed to vibrate the very air, broke the moment into pieces. Leaves shook as if a storm had passed through, and then everything moved at once — men and wolves exploding forward, the ground stamping with a rhythm like a warning drum.
Pain still tinged my side where Aaron had struck me earlier, but adrenaline sluiced through that ache and buried it under a white-hot focus. Luka’s body thudded against the earth, a sick, ugly sound that broke my concentration for a second. When I looked at him, the blood on his mouth made my vision go sharp with something like fury.
“Get him,” Edward barked. He was a dark silhouette of motion, a living weapon. Every step he took seemed to pull the shadows tighter
