The tunnel opened into a dimly lit cavern, and there, in the centre, knelt Ryder - his imposing figure looming over Lucia. She lay crumpled on the ground, her silver-white hair matted with dirt and blood. Ryder's clawed hand wrapped around her throat, his grey eyes burning with a possessive hunger.
Declan and Aiden tensed, their gazes locked on the scene unfolding before them. Lucia's pained expression stirred a fierce protectiveness within them, but they knew they had to tread carefully. Ryder was a formidable opponent, and underestimating him could be disastrous.
The air crackled with unspoken threats, the wolves sizing each other up, a deadly dance of power and dominance. Declan and Aiden held their ground, waiting for the opportune moment to strike, their senses heightened, and their
