The silver scorched like hellfire.
Lyra clawed at the chain but every movement only seared her flesh deeper. Her throat burned raw, her lungs screamed for air. Somewhere beyond her failing vision Kael was a blur of gold and fury, ripping hunters apart with his bare hands, his roars splitting the night.
But he wasn’t fast enough.
The leader yanked her backward, boot digging into her spine as he growled in her ear, “Moonborn w***e. You’ll bring every Alpha to their knees.”
Her chest heaved, vision blurring. The chain bit harder. She tried to scream but only a strangled sound escaped. The mate bond inside her flared like a wound torn open, Kael’s rage echoing inside her bones.
And then—the ground shook.
A new presence cut through the chaos. Heavy. Cold.
Out of the shadows came a wolf d
