“Let me go!” I twisted against Luka’s grip, my voice breaking. His fingers clamped around my wrist like shackles.

He bent close, golden eyes burning into mine. “Not until you say the words.”

“Luka ”

“Say you choose me.”

“No!” I spat, wrenching back. My gaze darted to Killian on one knee, silver bolt smoking in his shoulder, his chest heaving with fury and pain. “Killian get up!”

Killian bared his teeth, blood dripping down his arm. “Run, Raine. Now.”

“Not without you.”

The hunters closed in, boots crunching on leaves, crossbows trained. Their leader sneered. “Looks like we’ve cornered two mutts and their… pet.”

Luka’s laughter was soft, poisonous. “Cornered?” He let go of me at last, stepping forward. His voice rolled like thunder. “No. You’ve walked into a slaughter.”

And then he shifted.

It was like watching fire and shadow rip through a man’s body. His bones cracked, muscles swelled, fur tore through skin until a massive wolf stood in his place, larger than Killian had been, golden eyes gleaming like a predator god.

The hunters froze, just long enough.

“Raine!” Killian barked, forcing himself to his feet. He ripped the bolt from his shoulder with a snarl, silver sizzling against flesh. “Move!”

But I couldn’t. My legs rooted in place, torn between the monster Luka had become and the one I couldn’t bear to lose.

The first hunter loosed a bolt. Luka blurred, jaws snapping the man’s throat before the arrow left the string. Blood sprayed the trees.

The second fired. Killian lunged, claws slicing, silver catching in his flesh but not stopping him.

The third hunter aimed at me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

And then my body moved on instinct.

Heat ripped down my spine, my vision sharpening to unnatural clarity. My hearing exploded with sound heartbeats, breaths, the whisper of bolts through the air. My fingers curled, nails sharpening into claws.

The hunter’s silver bolt flew.

I caught it.

In my hand.

It burned like fire, smoke curling from my palm, but I didn’t drop it. I crushed it, metal warping under strength I shouldn’t have.

The hunter’s jaw dropped. So did Killian’s.

Luka only smiled, blood dripping from his muzzle.

“There she is,” he purred, his voice somehow carrying even through wolf form. “My little wolf.”

I staggered back, staring at my hand, at the ruined bolt. My body trembled, wild, terrified, alive.

Killian’s eyes locked on me wide, furious, desperate. “Raine. Don’t listen to him. Don’t give in.”

Luka’s golden gaze flared. “You already have.”

And then, from deeper in the forest, another whistle shrieked. Louder. Closer.

Not three hunters. Not four. An army.

The trees around us filled with shadows, dozens of crossbows raised, silver glinting.

I swallowed hard, caught between the brothers, my own body betraying me.

Killian snarled, spreading his arms as if to shield me. Luka lowered his massive head, golden eyes locked on mine.

“Choose, Raine,” Luka growled.

And the hunters let fly.

The clearing lit up with silver. Bolts hissed through the air like lightning.

“Down!” Killian roared, throwing himself in front of me again. One bolt slammed into his side, another grazing his arm. He didn’t even flinch. He tore through two hunters in a blur of claws and rage, blood soaking the grass.

Luka moved like a nightmare, fast, elegant, merciless. His wolf form ripped men apart, golden eyes gleaming with something close to joy. His laughter echoed through the carnage, not a sound a wolf should make but his, twisted and mocking.

I stood frozen, heart crashing in my chest. Too much. Too fast. The smell of blood and silver burned my throat.

“Raine!” Killian’s voice cut through it, rough with pain. He snapped another bolt in half with his bare hands, eyes locking on mine. “Shift. Now!”

“I I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. You already started.” He staggered closer, every line of him trembling with effort but still holding himself between me and death. “Trust yourself. Or we all die here.”

Another whistle split the night. More shadows poured into the clearing, dozens of hunters tightening the circle. Their leader barked orders, voice sharp and cold.

“Take the girl alive. Kill the others.”

Luka’s golden eyes flicked to me, lips curling into a blood-soaked smile. “Hear that, little wolf? You’re special.”

“Shut your mouth!” Killian snarled, lunging at him, claws flashing.

Luka met him head-on, and the ground shook as brother slammed into brother. Fur, claws, teeth, blood it was chaos, primal and brutal.

“Stop it!” My scream tore out raw, useless against them. Hunters closed in, silver glinting from every angle.

Something inside me snapped.

My vision sharpened again, the night blooming with clarity. Every bolt, every breath, every flicker of movement around me slowed. My skin burned, stretched, split. A guttural sound ripped from my throat, not quite human, not yet wolf.

The hunters loosed another volley straight at me.

I didn’t think. I moved.

My body shifted mid-leap, bones cracking, claws bursting, fur tearing through skin. Pain and fire swallowed me whole, then released in a single violent rush. I hit the ground on four paws, my senses exploding alive.

The world reeked of silver, blood, fear.

And hunger.

Every hunter’s heartbeat was thunder in my ears. Every drop of blood was a drumbeat calling me closer.

Luka stopped mid-fight, golden eyes locking with mine. His grin widened. “Yes.”

Killian froze too, his silver gaze filled with something else entirely. Horror.

“Raine,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Don’t lose yourself.”

I growled, low and guttural, my wolf form trembling as if torn between them between blood and restraint, hunger and control.

The hunters recoiled, muttering. Their leader’s voice cut sharp:

“Don’t just stand there tranq her! Now!”

A dozen crossbows lifted, all aimed at me.

Killian lunged to shield me. Luka crouched to strike anyone who dared touch me.

And as my claws dug into the earth, my chest heaving with wild fury had a single heartbeat to choose.

Run. Kill. Or be taken.

The first silver dart flew.

The first dart whistled through the air.

Killian shoved me sideways, taking it in his thigh. He snarled, wrenching it free, but his movements slowed almost instantly. Poisoned.

“Killian!” My growl cracked halfway between human and wolf.

“Don’t stop fight!” He forced the words out through clenched teeth, staggering to his feet again.

More darts flew. Luka leapt into them head-on, ripping hunters apart before they could reload. Silver lanced his side, his shoulder, but he tore them free like splinters. His wolf form only seemed to grow wilder, darker, feeding on the pain.

And me

Something inside me broke loose.

I lunged. My jaws closed around a hunter’s wrist, bones shattering under my bite. His scream was cut short as I threw him into another, their bodies collapsing like broken toys. Blood filled my mouth, hot and copper-sweet.

The taste sent fire racing through me. My wolf howled, hungry, unstoppable.

“Raine no!” Killian’s voice cut through the haze, weak but desperate. “That’s not you!”

But Luka’s laugh rang louder. “Yes, it is. That’s her truth. That’s my mate.”

The word mate hit harder than the blood, than the silver in the air. It tangled in my chest, pulling something feral and dangerous awake.

Hunters surrounded us, but I barely saw them anymore. Only prey. Only threats.

I lunged again, claws raking a man’s chest open. He fell with a gurgle, the scent of his life spilling over me.

My breath came ragged. My body shook with the force of it. I could feel myself slipping, Raine vanishing, wolf taking the reins.

Killian staggered closer, dart after dart piercing his body, slowing him down. He dropped to one knee, silver burning through his veins. His hand reached toward me, bloodied, trembling.

“Raine… come back. Please.”

Luka prowled to my other side, golden eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Don’t listen to him. Feel it. The power, the freedom. You’re mine, little wolf. Say it.”

Two brothers. Two voices.

One pleading. One commanding.

And me, lost between blood and choice.

Another volley of darts flew. I snapped them out of the air with my claws, smoke hissing as silver seared my skin. Pain lanced through me, but it only fueled the fury.

The hunters faltered, fear finally seeping into their ranks. Their leader shouted for them to hold, but his voice shook.

And then

A sharp, burning impact in my neck.

I staggered, vision swimming. My paw scraped the ground, body rebelling against me. Another dart. A tranquilizer. Stronger.

Killian roared, dragging himself forward, silver tearing him apart from the inside. Luka snarled, golden eyes blazing as he lunged for the hunters in a killing frenzy.

My vision blurred. My legs buckled.

The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed me was Killian collapsing to the dirt, his hand inches from mine

and Luka’s golden eyes locking on me, filled with savage promise.

The tranquilizer hit like fire in my veins. My body convulsed, half-wolf, half-girl, writhing on the blood-soaked ground. My claws gouged the earth as if I could claw the poison back out of myself.

“Stay awake!” Killian’s voice tore through the haze, broken and hoarse. He dragged himself toward me, silver bolts bristling from his body like grotesque thorns. His eyes burned with pain, but they never left mine. “Don’t you give them this, Raine!”

But Luka’s shadow fell over me first. His golden eyes glowed wild, feral, triumphant. Blood dripped from his claws, his grin wide and sharp. He crouched, close enough that I could smell the iron on his breath.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing a hand across my jaw with terrifying gentleness. “Let go. Stop fighting it. You’re mine now.”

Killian snarled, coughing blood. “Touch her again, and I’ll tear your throat out.”

“Big words for a dying man,” Luka taunted, never looking away from me.

The hunters tightened their circle, crossbows aimed, too afraid to fire while the two brothers raged at each other. Their leader barked, “Now! Restrain her before she shifts back ”

I snapped at him, a guttural wolf’s snarl rattling the trees. The circle faltered. Even half-drugged, my wolf wanted to rip them all apart.

But the tranquilizer dragged me down. My legs trembled, my vision swimming. Killian’s silver gaze blurred. Luka’s golden smile sharpened.

Then, from deep in the woods

A horn blast. Low, ancient, vibrating through my bones.

The hunters froze. Luka’s smile flickered. Killian’s bloody eyes widened.

“What the hell was that?” the leader shouted.

The horn sounded again, closer this time, a bone-shaking call that made every wolf bloodline howl in answer. My own wolf lurched inside me, clawing, straining.

Luka’s grin returned, but it was darker now.

“They’re here.”

“Who’s here?” I forced the words through a raw throat, half-wolf voice distorted and guttural.

Luka leaned close, lips brushing my ear.

“The ones who want you more than either of us.”

The world tilted. My body gave out. The last thing I heard before the dark swallowed me was Killian’s desperate roar and Luka’s laugh twined with the hunters’ panic.