Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence.
The battlefield felt like chaos incarnate. The clash of teeth, claws, and steel filled the air, a deafening roar of violence that seemed to press down on me from all sides. I could feel the mate bond pulsing between me and Maeve, its warmth grounding me even as I fought to stay focused. Every instinct in my body screamed to protect her, but I also knew she was more than capable of holding her own.
Still, I couldn’t stop the gnawing worry in the back of my mind.
As I moved through the melee, ducking under the swipe of a vampire’s claw and thrusting my knife into its chest, I felt it—a strange awareness creeping over me. My senses were sharper than ever. I could hear every footstep, every ragged breath from the pack and vampires a
