Kael’s voice was low, almost a growl, blade biting against her throat. The werewolf woman’s lips pulled back, not in fear but in fury. Her golden eyes narrowed, and then—she snapped her head sideways, teeth closing around the steel.
The sound rang sharp. Metal scraped. Sparks danced across her fangs as she tried to bite straight through Kael’s sword.
"f**k," Carla hissed, gripping her daggers tighter, every instinct screaming to rush in.
"Stay back," Kael barked without looking at her. His arm tensed, shoving harder, forcing her head into the wall. Dust rained down. "This is mine."
The werewolf growled, hot breath spilling against the steel. She twisted, claws lashing up—too fast. Kael blocked with his free arm. Her nails ripped deep trenches down to the bone, blood spraying.
Carla’s
