LOGINFinn's POV A sound reaches me a split second before a sudden attack. Boots scrape fast against concrete, too close for comfort, and I barely finish turning before someone crashes straight at me with all his weight and momentum. I move on instinct, grabbing the front of his jacket before he can drive me backward, twisting my body sharply and using his speed to unbalance him. His feet leave the ground and I hurl him down hard, his back slamming against the pavement with a force that knocks the air out of his lungs. He gasps, eyes wide, scrambling to move. My claws slide out fully, no restraint left in me now. I drop to my knees over him and drive my claws straight into his shoulders, burying them deep into his muscle and bone. The scream that rips out of him is sharp and raw, cutting through the night. His body bucks under me, hands clawing uselessly at my arms as blood pours freely beneath him. I rip my claws free and stand, already turning as his screams choke off into wet
Finn's POV Reese lay there, breathing steady but shallow. Dr. Harlan steps back to check the monitors, and I lean closer to her."Do you know who the hunters are?" I ask quietly again, hoping she can explain what she saw, what she felt.Her eyes open for a second, glassy and confused. She tries to focus on me, mouth parting like she's about to answer, but then her body goes slack again and she blacks out completely, her head falling to the side.Just then someone walks into the room immediately. It's Rosabelle. She stops in the doorway, takes one look at Reese unconscious, and her face tightens."What's going on here?" she thunders, rushing straight to the bed. She checks Reese's pulse herself, then glares at me and Dr. Harlan. "Somebody start talking."I don't say anything. I just turn and walk out. No time for explanations right now. My head is full of Knox and Cole, and I need to move.The hallway is empty and quiet. I stop for a second, close my eyes, and reach out through the mi
Finn's POV "What are you talking about, Reese?" I almost scream, my voice cracking from the fear building up inside me. My hands are shaking as I hover near her, not sure if I should touch her again after how she jerked away last time. Reese doesn't answer right away. Her eyes are still locked on mine, wide and filled with tears that start spilling down her cheeks. She's breathing hard, like she's just run a mile, and her whole body is trembling. Nolan is right there beside me, his face pale, looking just as confused and scared as I feel. Just then, someone dashes in behind us. We turn fast—it's Cole. He's breathing heavy, like he sprinted here from wherever he was. His eyes scan the scene quick: Reese on her knees, Nolan and me crouched down, the empty space around us. "What's going on here?" he asks, his voice low and demanding. He steps closer, his gaze shifting between us all. "I heard screams. What the hell is this?" We don't have much time to explain. Before I can even open
Finn's POV The room feels too small for how many steps I’ve taken inside it, it's already night. I’ve been pacing for so long that the floors are starting to echo with the same irritated rhythm as my pulse. Nolan sits on the far side of the room, leaning against the desk, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he tries — and fails to keep his expression calm. But I know Nolan. If he’s gone this quiet, he’s spiraling inside. Knox has been gone too long. And when Knox is gone too long, bad things happen. I drag my hand down my face and mutter, “He should’ve been back an hour ago.” “Two,” Nolan corrects without looking at me. I stop pacing. “Don’t start with that.” He doesn’t respond. The silence between us grows heavier by the second. It’s the kind of silence that has teeth. The kind that warns us both we’re one breath away from losing our minds. It’s already late. The kind of late where the city turns into a hunting ground. And Knox—that idiot, the martyr, the brother
Reese POV I swallow. “Please… watch me.”A dark chuckle ripples through all three of them.“Then ride your hand like you mean it,” Cole says. “Palm on the floor. Ass in the air. Fuck yourself on those fingers until you’re crying for a cock you’re not allowed to have this time.”My chest caves in at the cruelty of his words. Not allowed. They’re going to edge me, break me, and leave me empty.I lower myself slowly until my forehead almost touches the rubber mat, my cheek pressed now to the cold floor, my ass tilted high up. The position is vulgar, animal. I can feel their eyes on my exposed holes like brands.I start to move.Slow, deep strokes at first, just like they ordered. My fingers curl inside me, searching for the spot that makes my thighs tremble, that makes my toes curl against the ground. Every time I get close, every time my breath hitches and my hips jerk, one of them speaks and yanks me back.“Stop.” Nolan’s voice, cold as the ice snaps. “Pull them out. Spread yourself
Cole’s words hang in the frozen air in my head, my eyes glinted, thinking I don't hear it right but he repeats again.“Strip for us, Reese.” He says it softer this time, almost gentle. “Or we open those doors, turn every light in the building on, and let the entire team watch us split their pretty little coach open on the ice. Your choice.”My lungs forget how to work. The cold bites into my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the burn crawling up my throat. Shame, fury, terror...they all knot together until I can’t tell which is which. I look past Cole’s shoulder to Finn and Nolan. Finn’s jaw is clenched so tight I swear I hear the grind of his teeth. Nolan’s eyes are black ice, unblinking, fixed on me like I’m prey already bleeding.No one is coming to save me. No one even knows I’m here.Should I forget Rosabelle's warning then? But at the same time, I can't disobey them because I know better than take their threat as a joke.My fingers tremble as they find the hem of my hoodie.







