The glowing eyes in the treeline multiplied until the forest looked alive with embers. Shapes moved between the trunks, swift, organized, and far too numerous. The hunters weren’t just coming—they were surrounding.
Lyra’s storm writhed against her skin, hot and impatient. Every spark along her veins screamed for release, but she clamped down, terrified of what she might unleash if she let go.
Kael’s stance shifted into something primal, his golden eyes sharp, claws half-extended. His body was a shield in front of her, every muscle taut, ready to tear apart the first man who dared step out of the shadows.
Orion, in contrast, was infuriatingly calm. His pale eyes gleamed in the firelight, lips curved like he already knew the outcome. “They’ll smoke us out. Drive us to the edge and force a
