~Hazel's POV~
Relief crashed over me the moment Cayden appeared, towering above me like some terrifying, glorious guardian.
His chest rose and fell with every breath, blood still dripping from his claws, but his glowing red eyes were scanning me—checking every inch of my body for wounds, for damage. When he saw that I was okay, a breath escaped his lips, short and hard. His eyes didn't linger long before snapping to Caspian.
Caspian, who at that very moment, tore the head of the last wolf from its shoulders and let the mangled body hit the ground with a thud. He shifted back into his human form, muscles rippling under blood-spattered skin, breath ragged. Cayden did the same, his clothes destroyed by his transformation—both brothers now stood in just their torn pants, their bare chests slick with blood, dirt, and sweat. Titans in a warzone.
