Keya's POV:
The black beast shuddered and then stilled, breathless. Dead.
"You okay?" I asked, breath ragged, eyes on Rhys's wolf.
He gave me a cheeky wink that made me laugh. And then he let out a howl.
"You're welcome," I whispered as he stood back up, bruised, bloodied, but alive and well. The wounds would heal sooner...
I felt the wave of relief as I stared at the bloodstained sword, shaking my head.
I had no idea what came over me, but when I thought Rhys and Rafe might be in danger... I couldn't help but react.
"This is f*****g over."
"It isn't over until I say it is," James said with a sneer, which died when the door banged open and Cara walked in. Ryker followed, eyes wild, covered in blood but grinning like a madman. They brought chaos with them, and it spilled into the
