Heather’s POV

What the hell just happened?

A moment ago, power coursed through me as I faced my tyrant brother, Colt, head-on. Now, it was gone. I couldn’t shift. I was stuck, vulnerable, while he stood there in his semi-shifted form—clawed hands and fur-covered arms glinting under the sunlight.

“Out of fuel already?” he sneered, shifting back into his human form. His dark, predatory gaze bore into me, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips.

My chest heaved as I tried to summon my strength, but nothing came. I couldn’t even answer him.

“Wondering why you can’t kick my ass, dear sister?” His grin widened, sharp and merciless. “You should’ve...