Austin's POV

The warehouse exploded into noise the moment my mother’s soldiers rushed in.

Steel clashed against claws. Gunshots cracked, as wolves lunged and tackled the Rogues to the ground. The air filled with snarls, shouts, and the sharp smell of blood and dust. Everything blurred together in flashes of movement and sound.

I didn’t wait.

The ropes around my wrists burned as I twisted, forcing my wolf to the surface. My bones cracked as I shifted, pain ripping through me, but I welcomed ...