Kieran’s POV

She hits the ground like a fallen star.

One second Scarlett is upright—glowing, shaking, too bright for the night to hold—and the next she crumples into the grass, her body going slack as if the world has finally taken more than it should.

“No—”

I reach her at the same time as Killian.

Our hands collide midair, a sharp crack of knuckles and power. For a split second, instinct takes over—wolf against wolf, curse against storm—and I nearly shove him back on ...