Jennifer’s Pov

The outer doors of the Black Prison did not hold for long.

The first real impact sent a deep crack through the stone. The second one made the lamp on the wall shudder. Christian was already on his feet by then, half-shifted, breathing like every pull of air hurt him. His claws were fully out. The red in his eyes had swallowed almost all of the gray.

“Stay behind me,” he said.

His voice was barely human.

Another crash hit the doors. Wood and reinforced wards splintered inward. Dust and cold night air rushed into the prison. Through the broken opening I saw firelight, moving bodies, and the...