SYLAN

The steady beep of the heart monitor cuts through the silence like a ticking bomb. I try to count my blessings, but only one thing fills my mind.

Vengeance.

And fear—for her.

I allow myself that truth. I’m scared. Not of bullets, not of blood, but of what will happen if we don’t get her back.

Kane will die, and when he does, it’ll be my bullet that tears through his skull. Cold. Unforgiving. Personal.

Then I’ll find Katriona—and next time, she won’t slip away. Not from us.

No, a voice growls in my head. You’re not a monster.

But the darkness in me—the one Grey, Drake, and I all share—knows the truth. She’s ours. And it’s only a matter of time before she’s back where she belongs. Under our protection. In our arms. In our bed.

Katriona is the only light left in men like us. If there’s even the slimmest shot at redemption, it’s through her. Her spirit, her fire—her soul. She’s our last salvation.

I take one last look at Grey, unconscious and pale under the sterile lights of our und