Marcus floored the SUV before the door even slammed shut.
I was still in Damien’s arms, crushed against his bare chest, his blood smearing across my dress. Priya tumbled into the back seat beside me, sobbing quietly. Lyra had stayed behind with my mother—orders from Damien, barked the second we hit the driveway.
“Drive like the devil’s on our tail,” Damien growled at his brother. “Because he is.”
The tires screamed. The blue house disappeared in the rearview mirror, wolves howling behind us like they’d never stop.
Priya kept staring at me like I was a stranger wearing her best friend’s face. “Everly… you commanded them. With your voice. Like some kind of—”
“Don’t,” I cut her off. My throat felt raw. “Just… don’t talk right now.”
Damien’s arms tightened around me. He hadn’t let go sin
