[Nikolai]
I moved before my brain could fully process what was happening, my body acting on pure instinct.
My arm shot out and I shoved Isolde—hard—sending her tumbling over the side of the boat and into the water below.
It felt like something dangerous had locked gazes with us. Something despicably evil with an unbelievably eerie killing intent that made every hair on my body stand on end and my instincts went wild.
I couldn't pinpoint its location. Couldn't see anything out of place. But every survival instinct I'd honed over years of living with a violent father and navigating pack politics screamed that we were being watched by something far worse than angry in-laws or family drama.
My arm had moved on its own, shoving Isolde into the water as if that alone would somehow save her
