The Rush to the Vault
The corridors were chaos. Smoke curled against the stone ceilings, and the clash of steel reverberated through every wall. Wolves half-shifted, tearing intruders apart with teeth and claw, while shadow-born figures moved like phantoms, cutting down any who tried to stop them.
Lena ran at Dominic’s side, her breath ragged. He never slowed, his hand gripping her wrist tightly enough that she swore her bones might bruise. Rourke led ahead with two guards, their blades already slick with blood.
“They won’t get inside,” Dominic said, though his voice was more command than truth.
Mireya followed behind, her cloak whispering over the stone. “You underestimate them, Alpha. Shadows were born to slip into places light fears to touch.”
Lena felt it—the pull. Not of the intr
