“Killian…” My voice shook. “That wasn’t him.”

His grip on my shoulders tightened, hard enough to make me wince. His eyes scanned the trees, unblinking. “Stay close. Don’t move until I tell you.”

“I’m not ”

“Raine.” His voice was sharp, Alpha-sharp. The kind that demanded obedience. “Do. Not. Move.”

For a moment, I wanted to scream at him. At both of them. Killian, with his impossible dominance, and Luka, with his twisted obsession. But then the whistle came again low, hollow, slicing through the forest like a blade.

Every hair on my body rose.

Killian’s nostrils flared. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Not wolf. Human.”

My heart stopped. “Then who ”

A shadow moved between the trees. Then another.

Killian snarled, dragging me behind him. “Hunters.”

The word froze my blood.

From the treeline, a figure stepped into the moonlight. A woman. Tall, leather jacket, hair bound back tight, a silver crossbow slung casually over her shoulder. Her eyes flicked from Killian to me, sharp, calculating.

“Well,” she said, her voice cool as ice. “That saves me some trouble. Two wolves in one night.”

“I’m not ” I started.

“Shut up,” Killian snapped, shoving me further behind him.

Her smirk widened. “Protective. Cute. You must be Killian.”

His growl deepened. “And you must want to die.”

“Not tonight.” She tilted her head. “But you might.”

The whistle came again, and this time it wasn’t her lips. It was answered from deeper in the woods. My pulse spiked. There were more.

Killian swore under his breath. His hand shot back, blindly gripping mine. The heat of his skin seared, steadying me even as the forest spun around us.

“We run,” he muttered.

“What about Luka?” My voice cracked.

His head turned, eyes flashing silver fire. “Forget Luka.”

I almost argued. Almost. But then the woman lifted her crossbow, the silver tip of the bolt glinting under the moonlight.

“Run,” Killian snarled, hauling me into the trees.

We tore through the forest, branches whipping, lungs burning. Behind us, the whistle echoed again. And again. Closing in.

I stumbled, nearly falling. Killian’s arm snaked around my waist, dragging me up without breaking stride. His breath was hot against my ear, harsh, furious.

“Do you understand now?” he growled. “Why I told you to stay away? Wolves. Hunters. Luka. This world will eat you alive.”

I gasped, struggling to keep up. “Then why didn’t you leave me behind?”

His grip tightened. His voice was raw. “Because I can’t.”

The words shot through me like fire.

But before I could answer, before I could even process, something whizzed past my face fast, sharp.

A silver bolt buried itself in the tree beside me, hissing smoke as it burned into the bark.

Killian yanked me down just as another bolt sliced the air where my head had been. He pressed me flat to the earth, his body covering mine, his chest rising and falling like a beast barely chained.

The whistle came again. Closer. Surrounding us.

Killian’s lips brushed my ear, voice so low it shook through me.

“They’ve found us.”

Killian’s weight pinned me to the ground, his hand clamped over my mouth. His chest pressed into my back, heat searing through me even as fear froze my blood.

“Don’t move,” he breathed, lips brushing my ear. “They can’t smell you if you’re still.”

I trembled under him, every nerve on fire. My wolf whatever was awakening inside me whimpered, restless, begging to rise.

Another whistle cut through the trees, closer now.

Killian’s hand slid from my mouth to my cheek, holding my face down into the earth. His entire body vibrated, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Three,” he whispered. “Maybe four.”

My pulse thudded. “Hunters?”

His jaw tightened. “Worse.”

The crack of a branch split the silence. Boots on leaves. My heart clawed against my ribs.

Killian sprang to his feet, dragging me with him in one fluid motion. “Run when I tell you,” he muttered.

“Run where? They’ll ”

“Trust me.” His silver eyes locked on mine, fierce and unrelenting. “Just this once. Trust me.”

I didn’t have a choice.

A figure stepped from the shadows crossbow raised.

“Now!” Killian roared, shoving me hard into the trees.

I stumbled forward as he lunged, shifting mid-air, his body tearing into fur and muscle, a monstrous black wolf slamming into the hunter. The forest erupted into chaos, snarls, screams, the metallic twang of crossbows firing.

I bolted. Branches tore at my arms, my lungs burning. Behind me, Killian’s growl thundered like a storm, followed by a man’s scream cut short.

Then another whistle. Right ahead of me.

I skidded to a halt too late.

A hunter stepped into my path, a crossbow already leveled at my chest. Her eyes were ice-blue, her smile thin. “Got you.”

I froze. My breath hitched.

The silver tip glinted as she pulled the trigger

And suddenly, Luka was there.

He moved faster than sight, ripping the bolt from the air before it touched me. His hand closed around the hunter’s throat, lifting her clean off the ground. His golden eyes burned as he looked at me, not her.

“You see?” Luka’s voice was a dark caress. “Even fate can’t kill what’s mine.”

The hunter gagged, clawing at his grip.

“Luka!” I screamed, panic ripping through me. “Don’t ”

But he did. With a sickening crack, he snapped her neck and dropped her lifeless body at my feet.

Then he smiled.

And the forest went dead silent.

From behind me, Killian’s voice shattered it.

“Get away from her.”

Killian’s growl was a storm made flesh. He stalked out of the shadows, his body half-shifted wolf claws glinting, silver eyes blazing. Every line of him screamed violence.

Luka only tilted his head, golden gaze fixed on me. He didn’t even bother to face Killian. His hand brushed a stray leaf from my hair, fingers lingering too long, too possessive.

“Why would I?” he murmured. “She’s exactly where she belongs.”

I flinched back, heart hammering. “I’m not ”

“Don’t,” Killian snapped, cutting me off. His eyes flicked to mine, sharp and desperate. “Don’t give him anything, Raine.”

Luka chuckled low, finally turning toward his brother. His grin was cruel, feral.

“Still pretending you’re her savior, Killian? You can’t protect her from me. You never could.”

Killian bared his teeth. “Try me.”

For a heartbeat, the world held still. The air between them crackled two predators circling the same prey. My stomach twisted. Prey. That was me.

I found my voice, weak but loud enough. “Stop both of you. There are hunters ”

A sharp whistle split the night. Then another.

Killian froze. Luka’s smile only widened.

“Ah,” Luka said softly. “Your other suitors have arrived.”

And just like that, bolts rained down from the treeline.

Killian lunged, tackling me to the ground as silver hissed through the air. Luka blurred into the shadows, his laughter echoing. Hunters shouted, boots pounding closer.

Pinned beneath Killian, my chest crushed by his weight, I gasped for breath. His face hovered inches above mine, eyes wild, fangs bared.

“Don’t move,” he rasped, voice shaking with fury and something darker. “Or I’ll lose you.”

The whistle shrieked again so close it rattled my bones.

“Killian ” My breath tore from me, crushed beneath his weight as another bolt hissed into the dirt beside us, burning smoke into the soil.

He snarled above me, shielding my body with his. “Stay down.”

“Like hell,” I snapped, shoving at his chest. “You’ll get yourself killed ”

“Better me than you.” His eyes flared, feral silver in the dark. “Do you even understand what silver does to us?”

Before I could answer, a hunter’s voice rang out from the trees.

“There! Don’t let them shift!”

Killian moved in a blur, dragging me to my feet and shoving me behind him. His claws unsheathed, gleaming in the moonlight. His growl was low, lethal.

Three hunters stepped into the clearing, crossbows raised.

Luka’s voice floated from the shadows, mocking.

“Three against one, brother? Hardly fair. Unless… you count me.”

“Shut your mouth,” Killian snarled, muscles coiled to strike.

But Luka only leaned against a tree, golden eyes locked on me. “Tell me, Raine. Do you want me to save you again?”

I stiffened. “You call that saving? You killed her ”

“She would’ve killed you.” Luka’s lips curved, slow and cruel. “I don’t apologize for protecting what’s mine.”

“You don’t own me!” The words ripped from me louder than I meant, echoing in the night.

The hunters blinked, startled. Killian glanced back at me just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough.

A bolt flew.

“Raine!” Killian roared.

Something slammed into me, his body shoving me aside. I hit the dirt hard, the breath torn from my lungs.

Killian staggered, silver bolt buried deep in his shoulder, smoke hissing where it seared his flesh. He dropped to one knee, teeth bared, eyes blazing with pain.

I scrambled toward him. “Killian ”

But a hand closed around my wrist, yanking me upright.

Luka. His grip was iron, his voice silk.

“Choose, little wolf. Stay with him bleeding, dying. Or come with me, and live.”

Killian’s growl shook the ground. “Don’t touch her!”

The hunters raised their weapons again, bolts gleaming. Luka tightened his grip, pulling me against him.

“Decide, Raine,” he whispered, lips brushing my temple. “Now.”

“Let me go!” I twisted against Luka’s grip, my voice breaking. His fingers clamped around my wrist like shackles.

He bent close, golden eyes burning into mine. “Not until you say the words.”

“Luka ”

“Say you choose me.”

“No!” I spat, wrenching back. My gaze darted to Killian on one knee, silver bolt smoking in his shoulder, his chest heaving with fury and pain. “Killian get up!”

Killian bared his teeth, blood dripping down his arm. “Run, Raine. Now.”

“Not without you.”

The hunters closed in, boots crunching on leaves, crossbows trained. Their leader sneered. “Looks like we’ve cornered two mutts and their… pet.”

Luka’s laughter was soft, poisonous. “Cornered?” He let go of me at last, stepping forward. His voice rolled like thunder. “No. You’ve walked into a slaughter.”

And then he shifted.

It was like watching fire and shadow rip through a man’s body. His bones cracked, muscles swelled, fur tore through skin until a massive wolf stood in his place, larger than Killian had been, golden eyes gleaming like a predator god.

The hunters froze, just long enough.

“Raine!” Killian barked, forcing himself to his feet. He ripped the bolt from his shoulder with a snarl, silver sizzling against flesh. “Move!”

But I couldn’t. My legs rooted in place, torn between the monster Luka had become and the one I couldn’t bear to lose.

The first hunter loosed a bolt. Luka blurred, jaws snapping the man’s throat before the arrow left the string. Blood sprayed the trees.

The second fired. Killian lunged, claws slicing, silver catching in his flesh but not stopping him.

The third hunter aimed at me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

And then my body moved on instinct.

Heat ripped down my spine, my vision sharpening to unnatural clarity. My hearing exploded with sound heartbeats, breaths, the whisper of bolts through the air. My fingers curled, nails sharpening into claws.

The hunter’s silver bolt flew.

I caught it.

In my hand.

It burned like fire, smoke curling from my palm, but I didn’t drop it. I crushed it, metal warping under strength I shouldn’t have.

The hunter’s jaw dropped. So did Killian’s.

Luka only smiled, blood dripping from his muzzle.

“There she is,” he purred, his voice somehow carrying even through wolf form. “My little wolf.”

I staggered back, staring at my hand, at the ruined bolt. My body trembled, wild, terrified, alive.

Killian’s eyes locked on me wide, furious, desperate. “Raine. Don’t listen to him. Don’t give in.”

Luka’s golden gaze flared. “You already have.”

And then, from deeper in the forest, another whistle shrieked. Louder. Closer.

Not three hunters. Not four. An army.

The trees around us filled with shadows, dozens of crossbows raised, silver glinting.

I swallowed hard, caught between the brothers, my own body betraying me.

Killian snarled, spreading his arms as if to shield me. Luka lowered his massive head, golden eyes locked on mine.

“Choose, Raine,” Luka growled.

And the hunters let fly.

The clearing lit up with silver. Bolts hissed through the air like lightning.

“Down!” Killian roared, throwing himself in front of me again. One bolt slammed into his side, another grazing his arm. He didn’t even flinch. He tore through two hunters in a blur of claws and rage, blood soaking the grass.

Luka moved like a nightmare, fast, elegant, merciless. His wolf form ripped men apart, golden eyes gleaming with something close to joy. His laughter echoed through the carnage, not a sound a wolf should make but his, twisted and mocking.

I stood frozen, heart crashing in my chest. Too much. Too fast. The smell of blood and silver burned my throat.

“Raine!” Killian’s voice cut through it, rough with pain. He snapped another bolt in half with his bare hands, eyes locking on mine. “Shift. Now!”

“I I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. You already started.” He staggered closer, every line of him trembling with effort but still holding himself between me and death. “Trust yourself. Or we all die here.”

Another whistle split the night. More shadows poured into the clearing, dozens of hunters tightening the circle. Their leader barked orders, voice sharp and cold.

“Take the girl alive. Kill the others.”

Luka’s golden eyes flicked to me, lips curling into a blood-soaked smile. “Hear that, little wolf? You’re special.”

“Shut your mouth!” Killian snarled, lunging at him, claws flashing.

Luka met him head-on, and the ground shook as brother slammed into brother. Fur, claws, teeth, blood it was chaos, primal and brutal.

“Stop it!” My scream tore out raw, useless against them. Hunters closed in, silver glinting from every angle.

Something inside me snapped.

My vision sharpened again, the night blooming with clarity. Every bolt, every breath, every flicker of movement around me slowed. My skin burned, stretched, split. A guttural sound ripped from my throat, not quite human, not yet wolf.

The hunters loosed another volley straight at me.

I didn’t think. I moved.

My body shifted mid-leap, bones cracking, claws bursting, fur tearing through skin. Pain and fire swallowed me whole, then released in a single violent rush. I hit the ground on four paws, my senses exploding alive.

The world reeked of silver, blood, fear.

And hunger.

Every hunter’s heartbeat was thunder in my ears. Every drop of blood was a drumbeat calling me closer.

Luka stopped mid-fight, golden eyes locking with mine. His grin widened. “Yes.”

Killian froze too, his silver gaze filled with something else entirely. Horror.

“Raine,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Don’t lose yourself.”

I growled, low and guttural, my wolf form trembling as if torn between them between blood and restraint, hunger and control.

The hunters recoiled, muttering. Their leader’s voice cut sharp:

“Don’t just stand there tranq her! Now!”

A dozen crossbows lifted, all aimed at me.

Killian lunged to shield me. Luka crouched to strike anyone who dared touch me.

And as my claws dug into the earth, my chest heaving with wild fury had a single heartbeat to choose.

Run. Kill. Or be taken.

The first silver dart flew.

The first dart whistled through the air.

Killian shoved me sideways, taking it in his thigh. He snarled, wrenching it free, but his movements slowed almost instantly. Poisoned.

“Killian!” My growl cracked halfway between human and wolf.

“Don’t stop fight!” He forced the words out through clenched teeth, staggering to his feet again.

More darts flew. Luka leapt into them head-on, ripping hunters apart before they could reload. Silver lanced his side, his shoulder, but he tore them free like splinters. His wolf form only seemed to grow wilder, darker, feeding on the pain.

And me

Something inside me broke loose.

I lunged. My jaws closed around a hunter’s wrist, bones shattering under my bite. His scream was cut short as I threw him into another, their bodies collapsing like broken toys. Blood filled my mouth, hot and copper-sweet.

The taste sent fire racing through me. My wolf howled, hungry, unstoppable.

“Raine no!” Killian’s voice cut through the haze, weak but desperate. “That’s not you!”

But Luka’s laugh rang louder. “Yes, it is. That’s her truth. That’s my mate.”

The word mate hit harder than the blood, than the silver in the air. It tangled in my chest, pulling something feral and dangerous awake.

Hunters surrounded us, but I barely saw them anymore. Only prey. Only threats.

I lunged again, claws raking a man’s chest open. He fell with a gurgle, the scent of his life spilling over me.

My breath came ragged. My body shook with the force of it. I could feel myself slipping, Raine vanishing, wolf taking the reins.

Killian staggered closer, dart after dart piercing his body, slowing him down. He dropped to one knee, silver burning through his veins. His hand reached toward me, bloodied, trembling.

“Raine… come back. Please.”

Luka prowled to my other side, golden eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Don’t listen to him. Feel it. The power, the freedom. You’re mine, little wolf. Say it.”

Two brothers. Two voices.

One pleading. One commanding.

And me, lost between blood and choice.

Another volley of darts flew. I snapped them out of the air with my claws, smoke hissing as silver seared my skin. Pain lanced through me, but it only fueled the fury.

The hunters faltered, fear finally seeping into their ranks. Their leader shouted for them to hold, but his voice shook.

And then

A sharp, burning impact in my neck.

I staggered, vision swimming. My paw scraped the ground, body rebelling against me. Another dart. A tranquilizer. Stronger.

Killian roared, dragging himself forward, silver tearing him apart from the inside. Luka snarled, golden eyes blazing as he lunged for the hunters in a killing frenzy.

My vision blurred. My legs buckled.

The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed me was Killian collapsing to the dirt, his hand inches from mine

and Luka’s golden eyes locking on me, filled with savage promise.

The tranquilizer hit like fire in my veins. My body convulsed, half-wolf, half-girl, writhing on the blood-soaked ground. My claws gouged the earth as if I could claw the poison back out of myself.

“Stay awake!” Killian’s voice tore through the haze, broken and hoarse. He dragged himself toward me, silver bolts bristling from his body like grotesque thorns. His eyes burned with pain, but they never left mine. “Don’t you give them this, Raine!”

But Luka’s shadow fell over me first. His golden eyes glowed wild, feral, triumphant. Blood dripped from his claws, his grin wide and sharp. He crouched, close enough that I could smell the iron on his breath.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing a hand across my jaw with terrifying gentleness. “Let go. Stop fighting it. You’re mine now.”

Killian snarled, coughing blood. “Touch her again, and I’ll tear your throat out.”

“Big words for a dying man,” Luka taunted, never looking away from me.

The hunters tightened their circle, crossbows aimed, too afraid to fire while the two brothers raged at each other. Their leader barked, “Now! Restrain her before she shifts back ”

I snapped at him, a guttural wolf’s snarl rattling the trees. The circle faltered. Even half-drugged, my wolf wanted to rip them all apart.

But the tranquilizer dragged me down. My legs trembled, my vision swimming. Killian’s silver gaze blurred. Luka’s golden smile sharpened.

Then, from deep in the woods

A horn blast. Low, ancient, vibrating through my bones.

The hunters froze. Luka’s smile flickered. Killian’s bloody eyes widened.

“What the hell was that?” the leader shouted.

The horn sounded again, closer this time, a bone-shaking call that made every wolf bloodline howl in answer. My own wolf lurched inside me, clawing, straining.

Luka’s grin returned, but it was darker now.

“They’re here.”

“Who’s here?” I forced the words through a raw throat, half-wolf voice distorted and guttural.

Luka leaned close, lips brushing my ear.

“The ones who want you more than either of us.”

The world tilted. My body gave out. The last thing I heard before the dark swallowed me was Killian’s desperate roar and Luka’s laugh twined with the hunters’ panic.

“Wake her. I want to see her eyes when she realizes.”

The voice was low, commanding, and unfamiliar.

My eyes snapped open to the blinding firelight. My wrists burned against cold iron shackles bolted into stone. My throat tasted of ash and blood.

I snarled, testing the chains, but they didn’t budge.

“She’s stronger than she looks,” another voice said, female, sharper, dripping with contempt. “You sure this is the one?”

A tall figure stepped into the circle of firelight, cloaked in deep crimson. His face was shadowed, but I caught the glint of his eyes amber, not wolf, not human. Something else.

“Oh, she’s the one,” he said softly. His gaze cut into me like a blade. “The blood sings loud in her. Louder than in any wolf I’ve ever heard.”

My pulse hammered. “Who the hell are you?”

The woman laughed. “Still thinks she gets to ask questions.”

“Answer me!” My growl rattled the chains.

The cloaked man crouched before me, and for the first time I saw his face clearly. Chiseled, severe, with scars carved across his cheek like ritual markings. His eyes glowed faintly with unnatural light.

“We are the Crimson Order. The hunters serve their fear. The wolves serve their hunger. But us…” He leaned closer, close enough that his breath grazed my lips. “…we serve prophecy.”

My stomach tightened. “Prophecy?”

He smiled, and it wasn’t kind. “You are the Reckoning. The firstborn of the Moon’s last cycle. The one who will decide if the wolves rise or burn.”

The chains bit deeper into my wrists as I jerked forward. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”

“No.” He lifted a claw-shaped pendant from his chest and pressed it against my skin. It burned like fire, searing into my collarbone. I cried out, vision white-hot. When it cleared, I saw a faint, glowing mark pulsing where it had touched me. A crescent moon, crimson as blood.

The woman hissed. “It’s true. She bears the mark.”

The man’s smile widened. “At last. The Lunar Reckoning begins.”

The chains clinked as I fought against them, wrists raw and burning from the iron. The mark on my collarbone pulsed, alive, mocking me with every beat of my heart.

“I don’t care about your prophecy,” I spat, chest heaving. “You think you can brand me like cattle? You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

The scarred man tilted his head, unbothered. “Oh, but I do. Do you think it is a coincidence that both alphas want you alive? That the hunters risked everything to capture you?” He dragged a finger over the glowing crescent seared into my flesh. “The bloodline sings, Raine. Whether you accept it or not, your choices will decide the war.”

“I’m not deciding anything for anyone,” I snapped. “Let me out of these chains, and I’ll ”

“What?” The female scoffed. She stepped closer, revealing braided hair strung with bones, her eyes hard as flint. “You’ll rip us apart? You’re half-shifted, half-drugged, and you think you’re in control?”

Her words stung because they weren’t wrong. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, unsettled, but too weak to break free.

“Why me?” I demanded, voice cracking. “Why not Killian? Luka? They’re stronger. They’re alphas.”

The scarred man smiled, teeth gleaming sharp in the firelight.

“Because they are pieces. You are the board.”

The words rattled through me. My breath came sharp and uneven.

“I don’t want any of this,” I whispered.

He crouched low, his amber eyes glowing. “The moon doesn’t care what you want. It cares what you are.”

The woman sneered. “And if she won’t play her part?”

“Then,” he said softly, “she dies, and the Order finds another way.”

The flames roared higher as if the cave itself wanted blood.

I bared my teeth. “You’ll regret trying.”

The scarred man only chuckled, then turned his head as a horn blast echoed faintly through the night. The same bone-deep call I’d heard in the forest.

His smile sharpened. “They’re coming for her.”

The woman cursed. “Both packs?”

“No,” he said. “The brothers.”

My stomach dropped. Killian. Luka. Alive.

The chains rattled as I surged forward, heart thundering. “If you hurt them ”

He cut me off with a calm, chilling laugh. “Hurt them? My dear, I’m counting on them. Let’s see which one you’ll save… and which one you’ll destroy.”

The scarred man’s voice lingered in the air like smoke: Which one you’ll save… and which one you’ll destroy.

My chains rattled as I lunged forward, fury spitting from my chest. “I don’t belong to either of them. You don’t get to use me for your sick games.”

The woman smirked. “Funny, coming from someone already wearing our mark.” She jabbed a finger at the burning crescent carved into my collarbone. “You can’t wash prophecy off like dirt, little wolf.”

My wolf bristled at the insult. I felt her claws scratch against my insides, restless, demanding release. But the silver-laced shackles kept me caged, every movement stinging like fire through my veins.

“Let me guess,” I hissed, glaring between them. “You’re going to keep me here, chant your creepy riddles, and wait for the moon to tell you what to do?”

The scarred man’s lips curved upward. “No. We already know what to do. The brothers will come. The hunters will follow. And when they clash at our gates, we’ll stand in the ashes with you at our side.”

I barked out a laugh, harsh and humorless. “You think I’m joining you?”

His smile didn’t falter. “Not joining. Becoming. Once the Reckoning begins, you won’t be able to resist. The blood will call. You’ll answer.”

The horn sounded again closer this time. My body reacted before my mind could, my pulse quickening, every nerve alight. Killian. Luka. They were near.

The woman’s hand hovered near a blade at her hip. “We don’t have much time.”

The scarred man turned back to me. “When they arrive, remember my words. You can only hold one leash, Raine. And once you choose, the other will bleed for it.”

I spat in his face.

His smile broke into a laugh, low and delighted. He wiped the spit from his cheek like it was a gift.

Then the cavern shook.

BOOM.

Stone rained from the ceiling. Flames guttered. Shouts rose from deeper tunnels.

The woman drew her blade, snarling. “They’re here.”

The scarred man didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned close to me one last time, his voice a whisper so sharp it cut straight to the bone.

“Choose wisely, Reckoning. Or the choice will be made for you.”

The wall exploded inward.

Smoke and rubble filled the chamber, and through it came two silhouettes one silver-eyed, bloodied but unbroken. The other, golden-eyed, grinning like the devil himself.

Killian. Luka.

Both of them alive. Both of them looking at me.

And both ready to kill anyone in their way.

Dust and smoke swirled in the air, stinging my eyes. My chains clanged as I twisted, heart hammering in my chest.

Two figures emerged from the wreckage Killian and Luka.

Killian’s shirt was torn, blood smeared down his jaw, his silver eyes burning like molten steel as they locked onto me. He looked feral, more wolf than man.

Luka, though he was smiling. That reckless, dangerous grin that could disarm or destroy in the same breath. His golden eyes landed on me, not the chains, not the Order me and I felt the tether between us like a live wire, sparking under my skin.

“Touch her again,” Killian growled at the scarred man, “and I’ll carve your throat out.”

“Cute,” Luka drawled, stepping into the firelight, his eyes flicking to my glowing collarbone. “But I’ll be the one taking her home.”

My mouth went dry. Home?

The scarred man didn’t even flinch. He looked from one brother to the other like a predator watching prey fight over scraps. “Ah. The silver fang and the golden flame. Both snarling for the same prize.”

“I’m not a prize,” I snapped, my voice cracking like a whip. “And I’m not going with either of you until someone explains what the hell is happening to me.”

Neither brother looked at me. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, the tension vibrating so sharp it nearly hummed.

Killian’s jaw clenched. “She’s mine to protect.”

Luka laughed, low and dangerous. “Funny, because the last time I checked, she was chained in someone else’s dungeon. Doesn’t look like you’ve done much protecting, brother.”

The scarred man clapped his hands once, delighted. “Oh, yes. Tear each other apart. Let the moon decide.”

“Shut up,” I snarled at him, but my voice broke when Luka took a step closer. He wasn’t looking at Killian anymore, he was looking at the mark glowing faintly against my collarbone.

His smile slipped. “They marked you.”

Something dark flickered across his face. Something like rage.

Killian noticed it too. “Luka don’t.”

But Luka was already moving, his claws flashing as he tore the chains from the wall like they were paper. The shackles snapped from my wrists, and I stumbled forward, free for the first time since I’d been dragged here.

His hand caught my arm, steadying me. Too steady. Too possessive.

Killian roared, lunging forward. “Get your hands off her!”

The scarred man raised his arms, chanting in a language that made the fire flare high and the walls tremble. The Crimson Order soldiers began pouring into the chamber, blades drawn, eyes glowing with fanatical fire.

Chaos erupted.

Killian and Luka both stepped in front of me at once, wolves snarling, claws out, tearing into the first wave of enemies. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think there was blood, steel, and smoke everywhere.

The scarred man’s voice rose above it all:

“Let the Reckoning choose!”

And then his hand shot out, grabbing me by the throat, yanking me back into the circle of fire. His knife gleamed, pressing against the mark seared into my collarbone.

“Now, Raine,” he hissed. “Which brother do you save?”