SCARLETT

The howl still lingered in the air, low and guttural, as if the night itself had split open.

Kael’s claws slid free, his golden eyes blazing. Darius bristled beside him, the veins in his neck bulging as his wolf strained for release. Lucien remained still, his silence more dangerous than both.

I leaned against the wall, smoothing the torn fabric over my breasts with trembling fingers. My lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

“Well, isn’t this interesting,” I purred, ...