Dawn broke over the old pack house ruins in streaks of blood and gold. We arrived as one unit — Ryker at the front, me riding behind him with Leo safely hidden and untraceable in Selene’s mountain sanctuary. The rogue Alphas flanked us, their bikes roaring in perfect sync. The curse inside me felt heavier than ever, the threads connecting me to all five males pulling tight with every mile.
The ruins were quiet. Too quiet.
Elias waited alone in the center of the broken ritual circle, hands clasped behind his back like a patient predator.
“You came,” he said, voice calm. “Good. The curse has grown unstable. By refusing to choose one anchor, you’re killing them slowly. All five.”
Ryker dismounted first, pulling me behind him. His hand stayed firm on my waist. “Then we end you and end the
