Heather’s POV

Relief coursed through my body, and tears burned in my eyes as Damon and Stella stepped out of the vortex. Damon’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and lethal.

“You’re not laying a finger on him.”

With a single push, Damon sent Colt staggering back like he was nothing more than a rag-doll. Colt growled, seething with barely contained rage as he locked eyes with Damon.

“You... you’re a Lycan. Stay out of wolf pack business!” Colt spat, his voice ...