The sanctuary’s grand foyer, once a bastion of peace, turned into a chaotic arena of steel and shadow. The hum of the strange, otherworldly weapons sounded like a swarm of angry hornets, the air thick with the smell of ozone and burnt marble.
Damien, still in his wolf form, was a wall of black muscle and rage, using his own body to shield the fallen Serena and the immediate area where the twins were hidden.
He roared, a sound so guttural it shook the very foundation of the building, and lunged at the nearest assailant, tearing through the tactical armor as if it were nothing but wet parchment.
Bella didn't waste a second. She pivoted, her movements a blur of lethal grace that she hadn’t practiced in years, but that felt as natural as breathing. She fired at the ceiling, catching one
