Kade’s [POV]

Sweet, metallic blood drips into my eye as I weave around the broken chairs and tables that litter the Cerberus’ destroyed dance floor.

We’re just two white wolves circling each other.

A growl, low and visceral rumbles from Dariel’s throat.

My muscles tense in response.

He attacks. I just scramble back in time. But it was close. Too fucking close.

I turn, always keeping him in sight.

He lunges without warning, mouth gaping open, white teeth glinting.

Snap.

I twist ...