“Which brother do you save?”

The scarred man’s knife pressed harder against my collarbone. The silver blade hissed where it touched the glowing crescent burned into my skin.

“Let her go!” Killian roared, blood soaking his torn shirt as he ripped through an Order soldier, claws sinking into flesh.

“Now!” Luka shouted, fangs bared, golden eyes burning like fire. “Choose me, Raine say it!”

My chest heaved. My pulse thundered. Both of them Killian snarling like a storm, ...