The dart buried deep in Damien’s shoulder with a sickening thud.
He staggered. His black wolf form shuddered, then collapsed to the grass beside me. The bond between us fractured like glass under a boot — sharp, sudden, terrifying.
Damien.
I lunged, silver-white fur brushing his side. His scent — pine and storm — was already changing, turning metallic and wrong. The silver suppressant was working fast. I could feel it through the bond: his wolf slowing, the alpha strength draining out of him like blood from an open wound.
Soren’s laughter rang across the clearing. “A gift from the Western Sovereignty. Designed specifically for stubborn alphas who think they can keep what belongs to me.”
More darts whistled through the air. I threw my body over Damien’s, the silver voice ripping out of
