Kieran’s massive black wolf slams into Savannah. The impact sends her crashing into a bank of servers, sparks flying as equipment shatters. Guards pour through the broken doorway, weapons raised.
I push myself up on trembling arms, the bloodstone pendant searing against my chest like a brand. Every breath hurts. The suppressant still claws at my veins, trying to drag me under, but Callum’s spark refuses to let me fall. Fight, Mama. We’re almost safe.
A dart whistles past my ear. I throw a weak pulse of golden light, knocking the shooter off his feet. My legs shake as I stumble toward the observation window, toward the reinforced crib room where they planned to cage my son. The glass is cracked but still holding. Through it, I see agents frantically packing equipment—monitors, syringes, s
