Raven's heart pounded as she approached the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. The night smelled of smoke and blood, the air crackling with supernatural energy. Every instinct screamed that this was a trap—but she didn't care. She was no longer running. She was ready to face the storm.
Alfa moved beside her, silver eyes scanning the shadows. "Stay close," he warned. "This won't be easy. They've prepared for you."
Storm emerged from the alley, muscles coiled and ready, amber eyes fixed on her with fierce protectiveness. "You won't face them alone," he said, voice low but unyielding.
Raven felt the pull from both men, desire and danger twisting together, making every step heavier and more intoxicating. And above it all, she knew Jethro watched from the darkness, crimson eyes hungry and calculating.
The moment they entered the warehouse, chaos erupted. Vampire enforcers lunged from the shadows, shifters barred the doors, and rogue fae warriors attacked without hesitation. Raven's storm surged, energy crackling around her hands as she struck first. Sparks of power ripped through the air, throwing enemies back and giving Alfa and Storm the edge they needed.
Alfa's blade flashed silver, cutting down anything that moved too close, while Storm's claws tore through attackers with raw, controlled power. Raven dodged, spun, and unleashed arcs of energy, feeling the pull of both men on her senses. Every glance from Alfa was sharp, commanding; every protective growl from Storm made her pulse race. Desire twisted with the adrenaline of battle, leaving her breathless.
From above, Jethro's crimson gaze pierced through the chaos. He didn't strike, only observed, letting the storm rage around him. "You cannot escape me forever, Raven," he whispered, voice silk and venom. "But tonight… you will entertain me."
Amid the whirlwind of attacks, Raven felt Tylif's presence, steady and guiding. "Remember control," the witch's voice echoed in her mind. "The storm is yours, but so is the responsibility. Do not let desire blind you."
Raven channeled her energy, focusing through the chaos. Lightning-like arcs struck down attackers, while her instincts guided Alfa and Storm, their movements synchronized with her own. For the first time, she felt the storm and the tethered connections to the men around her working as one—power, desire, and protection intertwined.
When the last of the attackers fell, the warehouse was silent except for the hum of her storm and their ragged breaths. Raven stood in the center, chest heaving, adrenaline and desire still swirling inside her.
Alfa's silver eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just them. "You were incredible," he said softly.
Storm stepped closer, amber gaze fierce yet intimate. "You're not just strong… you're ours," he said, voice low.
And somewhere in the shadows, Jethro's crimson eyes gleamed, hungry and unrelenting. "The storm is mine," he murmured, and Raven shivered, knowing the war—and the desire—was far from over.