“Raine.”

The voice tore me awake.

I gasped, lurching upright, my lungs burning, my skin slick with sweat. For a dizzy heartbeat, I thought the fire was still around me. The blaze. The chains. The Alpha’s laughter.

But no.

I was lying on cold earth. Damp grass pressed into my palms. The night sky loomed overhead, black and split by jagged streaks of silver lightning that weren’t natural. The stars themselves seemed to shudder.

And beside me

Luka.

Killian.

Both sprawled ...