Brock POV
The scream that cut through the night made my blood turn to ice.
I shot up from where I'd been crouched behind a fallen tree, my heart hammering against my chest. That wasn't just any scream. That was Caleb.
My brother. My quiet, sweet brother who'd rather read a book than fight anyone.
"Caleb!" I roared, not caring if every Shadow Wolf in the forest heard me.
Aiden grabbed my arm as I started to charge toward the sound. "Brock, wait! We need a plan—"
I shook him off so hard he stumbled backward. "Plan? They have Caleb! I'm not waiting for a plan while they hurt him!"
Another scream echoed through the woods, weaker this time. Something inside my chest felt like it was breaking apart. Caleb had always been the one who fixed my scraped knees when we were kids. He'd stayed up all night helping me study when I was failing history. He'd never hurt anyone in his entire life.
And now those monsters had him.
"Brock, please," Aiden tried again. "If you go in there alone—"
