LIANA
The sounds outside the door were like nothing I’d ever heard before—low, guttural growls, snarls that raised every hair on my body. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk in the secret room, knuckles white as I tried to steady my breathing.
It didn’t work.
Each thud, each crash, echoed through the walls, rattling the shelves and the artifacts they held. Glass shattered somewhere, and the floor vibrated with the force of bodies slamming into each other.
My chest tightened as panic surged. The Bennett brothers had shifted—I’d seen them change with my own eyes—but what were they fighting?
A crash louder than the rest made me jump, and I heard a voice—a human voice, strained with effort.
“Get out of my way, you mangy mutts!”
Callum.
Something primal in his tone sent a chill do
