Carson’s pov

Anna's scream sliced through the stillness of the house, piercing my heart like a needle dipped in ice. Every instinct I possessed surged to the forefront, igniting a fire in my veins—a primal need to protect her. I didn’t hesitate; without a second thought, I raced up the stairs, my feet pounding against the wooden steps that echoed my urgency.

“Carson! Wait!” I heard Lucas shout behind me, his voice overshadowed by the roar of adrenaline in my ears. But I didn’t slow down. Anna was in danger, and that was all that mattered.

The sound of matching footsteps followed close behind, and my brothers, Cameron and Cadel,...