Liam narrowed his eyes.
Five of them emerged from the smoke and flames like demons rising from hell. They moved fast, impossibly fast, their forms little more than blurs under the flickering orange light. Their eyes glowed crimson, piercing through the burning forest like daggers. Their fangs were bared, expressions twisted with hunger and hatred.
Liam didn't flinch. In fact, a grin spread across his face.
He stepped forward.
And just like that, the distance between him and the five vanished in a blink. A blur of his own, Liam surged forward, his muscles tense, blood thrumming with power. He was ready to meet them head-on, his fists curled, his heart pounding with adrenaline and fury.
But before he could close the final few feet—he felt it.
A wave of scorching heat erupted behind him.
His instincts screamed.
