“Raine, get away from her!” Luka’s voice cracked like thunder as he lunged, golden fur tearing through the night.

“Stay where you are,” Killian snarled, his massive black wolf already circling, muscles coiled tight, eyes fixed on the silver-eyed stranger.

The woman didn’t flinch. The moonlight sharpened around her fingers, condensing into a curved blade of pure light. It hummed, dangerous, too bright to be natural.

Her silver eyes flicked over them with disdain, then returned to ...