Luther’s POVThe words barely left her lips before my instincts flared.“Behind you.”I turned—fast. The air went still, sharp like it had teeth. And then I saw them.Eight of them. Lycans. Big, broad, and reeking of trouble. Their eyes gleamed that sickly amber that only meant one thing—bloodlust. And in the middle of them stood their Alpha, taller, meaner, with a scar running down his face like he’d carved it there himself.He smiled. “Boss, there he is.”So that was it. They’d been tracking me. Or maybe tracking her. Either way, it didn’t matter. They picked the wrong street.I moved slightly, shielding Sienna with my body. Her scent—fear mixed with adrenaline—spiked in the air. She stumbled back, her hand pressed against her chest, eyes wide. “Luther…” she breathed, voice trembling.“It’s fine,” I said quietly, though my pulse was already pounding like a war drum. “Stay behind me.”The Alpha laughed, stepping forward. “You’ve been making a lot of noise lately, Luther Lavigne. My b
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