The Huntress’s dust had barely settled when the fortress broke into chaos.

My scent rolled unchecked, thick as smoke, laced with Bloodheat. It slid into every throat, filled every lung, coated everybody with a primal need.

Wolves clawed at stone, at themselves, at each other. Alphas fought to mount, omegas writhed, betas foamed at the mouth as instinct tore through their restraint.

It was a frenzy.

And I was the center.

Kael pinned me against the shattered rampart, still joined, his knot ...