The cabin explodes into motion.
Daniel goes down hard, hitting the floor with a grunt of shock and pain, but he doesn’t stay there, scrambling up with a snarl as he swings wildly, desperation and fury driving him forward. Axel takes the hit to the shoulder without flinching and responds with a punch that sends Daniel staggering back into the table, wood cracking under the impact. Atticus is on him a heartbeat later, moving with lethal precision as he drives Daniel into the wall, forearm pressing into his throat just long enough to steal his breath.
“Stop,” I shout, panic flaring hot in my chest as the violence spirals, but they don’t hear me, or maybe they do and can’t stop, because something older and deeper has taken over.
Daniel fights back, sloppy and enraged, landing a blow to Atti
