The central chamber is a nightmare of crumbling stone and pulsing green light. Dust rains from the ceiling as the overhead supports buckle.
She brandishes the activation key, a manic grin plastering her face despite the naked terror behind it.
“Big bad Alpha,” Savannah taunts. “Still running to save your little human w***e and her mutt?”
My wolf roars. I lunge.
She activates the key at the same moment.
It is Sienna’s.
Through the bond, her scream tears through me, raw, desperate, filled with pain. The pup’s bright spark flares wildly, then flickers.
Sienna! I bellow into the connection.
Her reply is fractured and weak. Kieran… it hurts… he’s fighting so hard…
Feral rage takes over. I sprint at Savannah.
“Where is the real trigger?!” I snarl, my voice distorted by the partial shif
