Blood on Steel
The command from Thomas Carlisle hung in the sterile air, a death sentence for Kieran’s desperate mission. Before the last echo faded, Lyra watched, helpless, as the small, battered rescue party exploded into action. Liam, a blur of youthful ferocity, launched himself at the nearest guard, his crude knife glinting in the harsh light. Anya and Rhys, moving with synchronized precision, engaged two more, their bodies twisting, striking, and grappling with the elite hybrids. Kaelen, a solid wall of muscle, took on a larger foe, forcing it back.
Kieran, however, was a force of nature. His alpha senses were locked on Lyra, a primal roar tearing from his throat as he lunged, not at Thomas, but directly towards the phalanx guarding Lyra’s table. He moved with a terrifying blend of
