Juliette’s POV
“Juliette—get back!” Dorian shouted, but the warning came a heartbeat too late.
The fence screamed open, metal grinding against metal, and a shadow hurled itself through the gap with a speed that did not belong to any normal human. The impact of his presence was immediate—cold, sharp, electric. My breath froze.
The intruder stumbled, his boots skidding across the wet concrete, eyes blazing with something that wasn’t confidence anymore.
It was fear.
And that terrified me more than anything else.
Shifters didn’t fear easily.
Bryan reached me in seconds, grabbing my waist and pulling me behind him with a force that stole my breath. His heat wrapped around me like armor. Dorian shifted his stance, his body lowering, shoulders coiling with predatory tension.
The intruder
