Ryker and Kael entered first, roughly dragging the struggling old witch between them. Her arms were wrenched painfully behind her back, thick dark-magic suppressors clamped around her wrists like iron shackles.
She hissed and spat curses in an ancient tongue, but her resistance was fading fast under their combined alpha strength.
Lucien followed close behind, his face a mask of cold, lethal rage as his eyes took in the horror around him.
My father filled the doorway last. His massive presence sucked the air from the room, his alpha aura crackling like lightning across a midnight sky as he took in the scene. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
The children stirred at the sound of their uncles’ voices, hope flickering through their exhaustion.
“Uncle Lucien!” Noah’s small
