Elias Beaumont's POV
The bullet grazed my shoulder as I dove behind the fallen table. Wood splintered above my head as more gunfire tore through the home.
"Viktor!" I yelled over the chaos. "Where are they?"
My uncle reloaded his shotgun with trained hands. "Everywhere. At least twenty Guardians outside."
I peered through a broken window. Black-clad figures were moving on the house from all sides. In the distance, I caught a glimpse of Rowan's motorcycle disappearing into the trees with Amara hanging to his back.
A strange mixture of relief and fear washed over me. She was safer away from here, but the thought of her with Rowan made my stomach twist. I didn't trust him, promise keeper or not.
"We need to move," Viktor said, breaking into my thoughts. "They'll burn the place down if they have to."
I nodded, trying to focus. My pack needed me. But Amara—my true mate—was going into danger without me.
