The rogue hit Beau before anyone could scream.
A black blur. A snarl. A spray of shattered glass catching the office light.
Jack shouted his brother’s name. Theo surged forward. The Elders shrieked and dove under the desk like frightened pigeons.
Beau hit the floor hard. The rogue pinned him, jaws snapping for his throat.
My wolf answered before thought existed.
I moved.
No hesitation. No pause. No breath.
One step. One shift of weight. One perfect, brutal motion.
I grabbed the rogue by the skull, twisted, and snapped his neck with a clean crack.
Silence dropped over the room like a stone.
Glass tinkled onto the floor. The rogue’s body collapsed in a heavy thud. Beau stared up at me in shock, chest rising and falling too fast. Jack stood frozen, one hand outstretched like he had
