Lynn's POV
Amy appeared from behind the line of hunters, her face twisted with vindictive glee. She strutted toward us like she owned the yacht, her earlier tears completely gone. In their place was pure malice.
"Well, well, well." Her voice dripped venom as she positioned herself behind Charles. "Not so tough now, are you, b***h? Where's all that confidence from earlier? That smug superiority?"
She laughed—high and cruel. "I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer. I'm going to make this last. I want to see you beg before you die."
The hunters surged forward, weapons raised. Silver gleamed in the yacht's lights as they closed in.
Behind me, I felt Logan's wolf gathering himself despite his injuries. Through our mindlink, his determination blazed like wildfire.
No. Will not let them tou
