Luther’s POV

The words barely left her lips before my instincts flared.

“Behind you.”

I turned—fast. The air went still, sharp like it had teeth. And then I saw them.

Eight of them. Lycans. Big, broad, and reeking of trouble. Their eyes gleamed that sickly amber that only meant one thing—bloodlust. And in the middle of them stood their Alpha, taller, meaner, with a scar running down his face like he’d carved it there himself.

He smiled. “Boss, there he is.”

So that was it. ...