Nyra’s POV
I held the knife steady. “I heard you wanted my head, Alpha,” I said, my voice low and sharp.
“Well…” I stepped closer. “I want yours too.”
Kian didn’t move back. His hand shot out and hit my wrist. The knife clanged against his armor as we collided.
We erupted into a fierce fight; steel met steel. Every strike was fast and sharp. I blocked, he struck, I dodged, he lunged. My muscles burned and my claws itched.
Then I heard Lena scream.
“Go home!” Rafel shouted, pushing her away. “Run! Hide! Stay away!”
I didn’t take my eyes off Kian. But danger came from all sides. Commander Rohan charged at Rafel, claws and teeth ready. From behind the trees, Northside warriors appeared, fast and armed.
I took a deep breath because I didn’t come unprepared. My own warriors stepped out
