The moment everyone finished throwing on whatever clothing they had managed to grab, Sophie and Theo slipped into the room through a door I had not even known existed. Jack immediately slammed the main door shut behind her, the sound echoing like a gunshot. It was almost enough to knock me off my feet again. My legs buckled as the command pressure finally eased, a cold aftershock rippling through my spine.
Jack reached me first. Beau’s arm wrapped around my waist a second later, his grip firm, steady, grounding. Their wolves flared hot around me like twin shields, chasing off the last tendrils of the handler’s voice.
I swallowed against the jagged panic sticking in my throat. “He is inches away from triggering the next layer.” My voice sounded like sandpaper and regret.
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