The handlers moved like a single creature. Perfect formation. Perfect rhythm. Perfect intent. Every one of them aimed their amplifiers at me. The metal tips glowed with a sick pale light that scraped along my nerves.
My wolf surged forward, claws dragging inside my chest, ready to tear through anything. She wanted to launch straight at them, teeth first. She wanted blood. She wanted freedom. But I forced myself to stay planted between Jack and Beau. Their heat pressed into my shoulders, steady and real, reminding me that I was not alone in this field full of enemies. Their wolves pushed quietly against mine, grounding her before she could explode out of my skin and ruin everything.
Sophie’s voice cut through the air. “Anchor the shield. Now.”
My heart hammered so hard it shook my ribs.
