Lyra's POV
The overwhelming need to protect consumed every fiber of my being. My mates were in danger, and I had to act. The world around me blurred into a haze of pure instinct and desperate determination.
Strong hands seized my shoulders, and terror ripped through me like lightning. Without thinking, I threw my entire body weight against my attacker, sending them crashing to the ground beside me. Before I could process what had happened, another set of hands grabbed my arm. Panic flooded my system as I twisted beneath their grip, my own hand shooting out to wrap around their forearm.
I squeezed with everything I had.
The sickening sound of bone snapping echoed through the space, followed immediately by a scream of pure agony that cut through my battle-ready haze like a knife. The horrifying sound yanked me back to reality, and I looked up to see Xander doubled over, cradling his arm against his chest. The limb hung at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
