I lasted four minutes behind the barred door.
Then I heard Darius roar, not human, not fully wolf and the sound of a body hitting stone hard enough to crack it. Something in my chest pulled so violently I staggered.
Lina grabbed my arm. “He told you to stay.”
“I know.”
I opened the door anyway.
The private wing was a slaughterhouse. Blood painted the walls in thick arcs. Three of Kane’s wolves lay broken on the floor. Darius stood in the center of the remaining four, sword gone, fighting with bare hands and teeth that had lengthened into something not meant for a human mouth. A deep gash ran from his left shoulder to his ribs. Blood soaked his side.
He saw me and his eyes flashed pure gold with fury.
“Get back inside!”
One of Kane’s men used the distraction. He lunged past Darius a
