Serenity's POV
The hall is a blur of movement and sound, a cyclone of fur, teeth, and muscle that makes my pulse pound in my ears. I crouch low behind Darian, claws extended, muscles coiled, every nerve screaming as the fight unfolds around us. My heart hammers in my chest, a frantic drum keeping pace with the chaos. The shouts, the growls, the screech of claws against armor—every vibration vibrates through me, making it impossible to think beyond the immediate threat. I had expected chaos, yes, but this—the raw, unrestrained ferocity of two alpha wolves colliding—is something else entirely.
And then I see them. Darian and Kaelen. Wolf forms, colossal and deadly, moving with precision, intelligence, and pure instinct. The sheer size of Kaelen’s form alone is enough to make my stomach twi
