Juliette’s POV
The warehouse doors slammed shut behind us, but the night outside offered no relief. Rain slicked asphalt stretched ahead, reflecting the pale glow of the streetlights. My chest heaved, lungs burning, every muscle trembling from the adrenaline still coursing through me. Bryan’s hand stayed firmly on my shoulder, grounding me, while Dorian scanned the perimeter, every nerve taut.
The black-eyed man had vanished inside the warehouse. At least, I thought he had. My wolf whispered otherwise. There was danger here—close, patient, and watching.
“Juliette, stay close,” Bryan warned, his voice low, controlled, but carrying an edge that made my heart race. “He won’t let us get away that easily.”
I nodded, gripping the glowing object against my chest. Its pulse was stronger here,
