Ryan’s POV
The night is nothing but blood and fire, the roar of wolves and the clash of bodies shaking the earth beneath us, but my focus has narrowed to a single point, a single enemy, a single face. Lucas. He stands before me, his grin sharp, his eyes glittering with cruelty, and everything else fades into the background. The cries of rogues, the snarls of warriors, the sound of Alex’s blade cutting through flesh and bone, all of it is distant noise, a storm on the horizon. Here, in this circle of darkness and light, there is only him and me.
I lunge at him, and our bodies collide with the force of thunder. His claws rake across my shoulder, hot pain searing through me, but I do not care. My wolf surges forward, pushing me harder, faster, sharper. Every strike I land is meant to break
