The scent of blood and sweat in the Apex Suite was suffocating. Avery’s face went bone-pale; she hadn't anticipated Madison would be so feral. The sanctum quickly descended into a blur of fur and fangs.

Despite having her own elite pack-guards, Avery found them overwhelmed by the sheer number of Madison’s frenzied followers. In the chaos, a rogue wolf seized the opportunity to lunge at Avery, grabbing her by the hair with a snarl, intending to drag her from the wheelchair to the cold stone floor.

Avery struggled, her muscles coiling as she was yanked down. Though her mending legs made standing impossible, her years of survival training took over....