Ramsey
I dove to the side as something crashed through the space where I had been standing—a Feral larger than any I had seen before, its red eyes shone at me like a beacon.
The battle had just gotten a lot more complicated. We were outnumbered, outmanoeuvred, and fighting for our lives.
But I had one advantage Nathan would never understand: I wasn't fighting for power or revenge. I was fighting for my pack, for my mate, for a future worth having.
And I wasn't going to die tonight. Not when Lyla still needed me.
I faced the Feral charging toward me, it has extended its claws to tear me apart. Time seemed to slow as my survival instinct took over. For too long, we'd been fighting with restraint, hiding our true nature from the world.
No more.
"Warriors of White Mountain," I roared through the radio, "unleash the beast!"
The command triggered something primal in every Lycan under my leadership. Something we rarely showed outsiders—our true form.
