Noah POV

I see her collapse.

The sound of her body hitting the sand cuts through everything—the rush of the waves, my own ragged breathing, the pounding in my ears—and before I can even process what's happening, I'm moving, lunging toward her with my wolf surging forward in desperate panic.

But James is already there.

Our hands reach for her at the same instant, and for a split second our eyes meet before his palm slams into mine, shoving it away with brutal ...