Nia’s Pov
Rowan's body went rigid beside me, his fists clenching so tight I could hear the leather of his gloves creak. The air around him thickened, charged with a fury that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
His chest rose and fell in heavy bursts, the wolf inside him clawing to the surface, I could see it in the way his shoulders hunched, muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.
My gaze darted frantically around us, the empty street suddenly feeling alive with threats. In the shadows across the road, a massive shape shifted, eyes gleaming yellow in the dark, fur rippling as it padded closer, silent and predatory.
A rogue wolf.
Panic surged through me like ice water. Hunter must have called it, I thought, my mind racing. Backup. He planned this. If Rowan didn't see it, we'd
