Adrian Thornwood's Point Of View.
The ballroom had turned into hell. The floor that once gleamed under golden chandeliers was now slick with blood and shattered glass. Screams blended with the guttural growls of beasts losing control. The air reeked of iron, smoke, and fear — the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you question if daylight would ever return.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I scanned the chaos. My eyes darted toward the far end of the room where Lena was helping the wounded, her gown was torn, her face was smeared with blood — not hers, thankfully. Relief flickered through me when I caught sight of Emily and Sebastian both still standing.
Thank god. At least they were alive.
We Thornwoods were raised for this — for survival. Since the night our parents were torn
