Xavier
The rogue’s blade gleamed under the moonlight.
The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed me—
Was his smile...
And the glint of his blade.
Pain exploded in my chest as the blade drove in.
White-hot. Like fire under my skin.
I staggered back, gasping.
The rogue grinned like a madman, blood dripping from his knife. “I'm following orders,” he hissed. “No witnesses.”
His orders.
Dominic.
My brother.
The betrayal stung worse than the wound.
My vision blurred. But I wasn’t dead yet.
Not while Ryder still roared inside me.
“Fight, Xavier!” he howled. “We’re not dying here!”
I let the wolf rise.
Power surged through my limbs as I shifted halfway—claws bursting from my hands, fangs stretching behind my lips. My eyes burned gold.
With a growl, I lunged forward.
The rogu
