(Reginald’s POV)
“Hold him tighter, damn it. He’s just a pup!”
The guard stumbles, struggling to keep Asher pinned. The boy kicks and thrashes like a wild thing, teeth bared, his little body sparking with power. Impressive. Dangerous.
“Let me go!” Asher yells, his voice cracking with rage.
The other guard grips Hazel, who is crying now but still managing to bite down hard on the man’s wrist. He curses, shaking her off, blood dripping from his hand.
I step out of the shadows, expression unreadable. My coat flaps in the wind, and the twins freeze when they see me.
Asher’s eyes burn. “You—who are you? Let us go!”
I don’t answer. I simply nod to the handler standing beside me. He pulls out the syringe.
“No!” Asher screams, bucking harder. The first guard yells as Asher’s claws dig into
