The circle of red eyes tightened, a noose of silver blades glinting in the ruined clearing. Lyra’s breath snagged in her throat, chest heaving as the storm under her skin writhed for release.
“Run,” Kael commanded again, golden eyes burning even through the blood smeared across his face. His body swayed, barely standing, but his voice carried the iron of an Alpha.
Darius’s grip on her arm hardened, pulling her back into the solid wall of his chest. His breath ghosted against her temple, low and insistent. “Stay. Fight with me. You know you want to.”
The hunters stepped closer. Chains rattled, the metallic tang of silver already stinging her senses. Every instinct screamed to unleash the storm, but fear froze her, tangled with the unbearable pull of the two men at her sides.
Then Kael m
