I would’ve died.
But Kendrick was there.
He ripped the bastard off me, tore him in half with Storm’s claws already halfway through his hands, and screamed as he did it.
“MOVE!” he yelled.
But I couldn’t.
I was shaking.
Kat was gone. Kingsley too.
The battlefield spun around me. Colors dimmed. The only thing anchoring me was the scream of Echo in my head.
“Give me control”
“Now.”
And I did.
My body cracked, burned, howled as Echo took over completely. Bones twisted. Muscles expanded. Claws burst from my fingertips and fur erupted across my arms. I dropped to all fours, my chest heaving, my mouth foaming.
We weren’t human anymore.
Not tonight.
“Go,” Kendrick growled, his voice distorted by Storm’s presence. “Go get to Keegan. I’ll cover you.”
“No,” I snarled. “We go together.”
