“Kael!” I shouted, my voice slicing through the noise.
The response was instant.
The crowd broke apart as Kael approached, his aura flaring—raw, commanding, the kind that made lesser wolves instinctively bow. The boys scattered, terror lacing their drunken bravado.
“Oh, you do remember me,” I sneered, fury overriding any hint of gratitude. “For a moment, I thought you’d forgotten your actual duty. Or were you waiting for your real Luna to summon you first?”
His eyes darkened. “I didn’t see them—”
“No,” I cut him off, stepping close enough that he could feel my breath. “You didn’t want to.” I could smell Elowen’s scent on him, faint but undeniable. “You saw her. That’s all you ever see.”
He looked away, jaw tight. “You’ve had too much to drink.”
“Good,” I laughed bitterly. “It helps me think clearly.”
He said nothing, and I might’ve struck him then—but the air split with a scream.
Chaos detonated.
A shriek tore through the club, followed by panic and bloodlust. Wolves shifted mid-step, bones cracking, claws shredding fabric. Fangs gleamed. The scent of metal filled the air.
Vampires.