The fire hissed as it tightened, a ring of molten heat circling Killian and Luka like a prison made of my rage. Wolves pressed back into the shadows, their hackles raised, but not a single one dared to cross the burning line.

“Raine.” Luka’s voice carried through the crackle, rough, pleading. His wolf glared at the flames but his eyes… his eyes were on me. “Drop it. Before you can’t.”

Killian didn’t plead. He stood tall, chest bare and slick with sweat, silver eyes locked on ...