Sienna's POV
The Blood Moon covered everything in an eerie red glow. I gripped Kieran's hand tighter as his body shook. The change was begun, but something was different. His eyes stayed clear, focused on mine instead of glazing over with the mindless rage I'd heard about.
"You're fighting it," I whispered, shocked.
A painful smile crossed his face. "For you."
Movement in the shadows caught my eye. Zekemy brother, my twinstood watching us. My heart skipped. The brother I thought dead for so many years was right there, flesh and blood. But his eyes were cold, calculating.
Beside him, Darius grinned. The Beta's deception stung, though I barely knew him.
"We need to reach the temple," Kieran growled, his voice deepening as his wolf fought to rise. "Now."
Ronan emerged at my other side, his silver eyes scanning the chaos around us. "The pack's still under some kind of spell. We'll have to fight through."
