The black wolf crashed into Damien’s chest with a sickening thud.
Furniture flew. My mother screamed again from the couch. Glass crunched under boots and paws as the second intruder leaped through the shattered window right behind the first.
Priya’s nails dug into my arm hard enough to draw blood. “Everly—what the f**k is happening—”
“Stay behind me,” I snapped, shoving her toward the hallway.
The burn in my chest flared hotter than before. That silver thing inside me was awake now, stretching, hungry for the voices still whispering in my skull.
Save the traitor or save yourself?
I stepped forward.
“Enough,” I said.
The word cracked through the room like a whip.
Both wolves froze mid-snarl, bodies slamming to the floor. Damien’s massive black wolf form twisted toward me, gold eyes
