~Annalyn POV~
The world blurred into motion immediately Lucas moved first, his claws slashing across Ezra's chest, tearing through his flesh that smoked under the moon's shadow. Celix followed, his strikes precise and vicious, while Matteo circled wide, his eyes locked on Ezra like a sniper calculating the perfect kill.
But Ezra wasn't just fighting back... he was enjoying it, his mouth curled into a blood-slick grin, and the runes along his arms pulsed brighter with every strike he blocked.
"Three alphas, one heart," Ezra taunted, ducking under Lucas's swing. "Do you think she will truly choose you when she can have me?"
I could feel his voice deep in my bones, like a vibration meant to unravel me from the inside. My wolf stirred, restless and hungry.
Lucas growled. "You'll die before you touch her again!"
"Oh, I've touched her," Ezra said, his gaze snapping to me... dark, devouring, almost worshipful. "And she reacted by vibrating in my hands."
