John's cold chuckle crawled under my skin. I could feel my wolf shrinking back instinctively, like a small bird trapped in the cage of his dominance. Heat surged in my body, dizzying and sharp, and I knew my control was slipping.
Right as his hand reached for me, a voice cut through the air—hard, commanding, and unmistakably Alpha.
"Let go of Miss Tillman."
My heart leapt. A shadow moved over the wall, landing gracefully in front of me, a barrier between me and John's predatory reach. The air itself seemed to vibrate with raw dominance.
John's eyes narrowed. "How dare you trespass into my private territory? Step aside."
"Miss Tillman, move back," Rey warned softly, but I couldn't stop my legs from carrying me toward the door, every step burning, every nerve ablaze.
