KNOX’S POV

It’s hardly a fight, and more like an extermination. Every wolf that crosses the perimeter I’ve drawn in my mind around Ember’s position dies.

I don’t give warnings. I don’t posture or snarl or give them the chance to retreat.

They came for my woman and that is a death sentence and I deliver it with the cold commitment of a man who has found, for the first time in his life, something worth protecting badly enough to become the thing everyone always feared he was.

Six wolves. Maybe seven.

I lose count because counting requires the part of my brain that’s currently occupied by the sound of...