Malrik POV

A woman’s scream tore the air raw, strangled, panicked and the room dissolved into chaos.

Wolves snapped into motion like struck animals, fur and muscle erupting in frantic bursts. Chairs toppled, boots hammered marble, voices rose into a single frantic roar. The banquet hall once a wheel of polite power shredded itself into bedlam.

And then I saw her.

Aunt Dashira. She spun, stance hard, eyes locking on an intruder with the readiness of someone who meant to fight to the last ...