Ryan’s POV
The thundering of my heart seems almost loud enough to drown out the rest of the house as I hear the commotion above me, the muffled grunts and sharp breaths that instantly set my instincts on fire. I race across the bottom of the stairs, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming alert. Then I see her, Amelia, locked in a brutal struggle with Elsa at the top of the stairs, the morning sunlight catching on the flash of nails, the desperate grappling of two Lunas who refuse to yield, a violent storm in human form.
My mind freezes for a fraction of a second, analysing, calculating, parsing every movement, every intention. And then I see it, Elsa’s eyes, wide with a twisted mix of malice and calculation, the momentary tilt of her body, the careful choreography of her limbs designed
