The world narrows to a single point—Tink's broken form on the gravel driveway, curled tight as a fist, her body convulsing with silent sobs. The claiming bond burns like acid in my veins, urging me forward, but Juan is already moving, dropping to his knees beside her with fluid grace. Behind me, Cole's roar splits the air, primal and terrifying, his alpha rage directed at his sons who stand frozen on the porch, finally understanding they've crossed a line that can't be ...