KNIGHT

Nirvana almost had the dagger when Chance woke up. In a blink of an eye, he had his fang on my mate’s neck, his hands locking her arms.

With my heart in my throat, my wolf urged me to come out. I already felt my eyes glowing. The guys growled, ready to attack and rip Chance’s head off.

“Relax!” Archibald became the middleman, stopping us from killing his brother.

Tension quickly erupted in the tomb. I felt their anger everywhere, and my wolf turned feral, about to attack ...