Explosions boomed, one after another. Buildings around the cafe were catching fire.
Raven’s laughter cut through the chaos, chilling. "Well, well, look what we have here. The Alpha of the Nightclaws with his little sweetheart. What a romantic way to die."
Damian shoved me behind him. "It's me you want. Let her go."
"Oh?" Raven arched an eyebrow. "But I hear this young lady is the one who really calls the shots in your pack. The Covenant Guardian, right?"
I glared at him. "How did you know that?"
"Word gets around," Raven said, glancing around us. "Especially when someone inside the pack is willing to... share."
Damian’s face hardened. "Jackson..."
"Smart boy," Raven said with a slow clap. "Your second-in-command has had it in for you for a long time. Thinks you're not fit to be Alpha. Especially after you got so hung up on this... outsider."
Damian started to shift, his eyes flaring gold, muscles bulging. "Elara is not an outsider! She's my fated mate!"