Sienna’s pain and rage are overwhelming.
One moment, I’m fighting an architect; the next moment, I’m experiencing intense agony. Sienna, the baby, something is wrong at the lodge.
My claws s***h empty air as I roar, blood spattering the snow. Maddox spins toward me, golden eyes wide, his fur caked with enemy gunk.
“Alpha?”
“North wall’s down!” I’m already moving before the words finish leaving my mouth. “They’re inside!”
Owen’s power hits me like a freight train—bones snapping, fur sprouting, body dropping to all fours before I’m sprinting toward the lodge like hell itself is on my heels.
Those indigo markings Sienna painted on my chest? Burning like a brand now, pumping strength into every stride. Her magic still hums in my veins, but it does jack s**t to calm the raw terror screami
