Kiera's P.O.V.
The compound had become a battlefield. The celebration, the laughter, the music—all of it had been swallowed by the chaos of war. Growls and snarls tore through the night, bodies clashed, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air.
Silas’s dozen warriors had descended like a storm, but Damian and Lucian’s wolves met them head-on. Claws raked against flesh, fangs sank into throats, steel flashed in the moonlight. I stood by the window, my breath shallow as I watched it unfold.
Rowan and Raven stood frozen in the center of it all, caught in the eye of the storm. They had been the ones to draw the pack’s attention, but now, the battle had swallowed them whole.
Damian was a force of nature. I tracked him through the chaos, his blade cutting through enemy wolves like they w
