Amelia’s POV

Jasper lunged.

He moved so fast all I saw were red eyes and claws cutting through the air.

Ryder stepped in front of me, pure instinct.

The impact cracked through the hall. Ryder hit the floor hard, blood blooming across his shirt like spilled paint.

“Ryder!” I dropped to my knees beside him, hands shaking.

He pushed up on one knee, breath rough. “Stay behind me.”

Jasper’s smile curved sharp and mean. “Look at that. Isn’t it touching?”

He swung again. Ryder ...