The jet of high-pressure water slicing through the pipe seam screamed like a dying jet engine. It was a razor of pure kinetic force, shearing a three-inch groove into the limestone wall right above Julian's head. The pool was rising past their chests now, the bitterly cold black water swirling with ancient mud, debris, and the metallic tang of fresh blood.
"Vance!" Julian roared as the scarred mercenary Alpha locked his jaw around his injured thigh, dragging him backward off the shale ledge. Julian’s fingers clawed at the slick rock, but his blind wolf had no strength left to fight the predator pulling him into the deep.
Ethan didn't hesitate. He didn't dive; he launched himself straight down into the black vortex, his broad shoulders breaking the surface with a heavy splash. The cedar a
