The howl tore through the clearing like a chainsaw.
Chaos detonated.
Soren’s wolves poured from the trees—dozens of them, black fur rippling under moonlight, eyes cold gold. Damien lunged forward, already shifting mid-stride. Bones cracked loud enough to echo off the ancient oaks. His suit shredded. Black fur exploded across his skin as he slammed into the first wave, claws raking, jaws snapping. Blood sprayed across the grass.
I felt the silver inside me snap.
Pain lanced down my spine like lightning splitting a tree. My knees buckled. I hit the ground hard, palms scraping dirt, a scream caught in my throat. The tactical vest suddenly felt like iron bands crushing my ribs. Something inside my bones was moving—grinding, lengthening, fighting to get out.
“Everly!” Damien’s voice roared
