The room reeked of chemicals and fear. Justin's lab was a fortress of technology, darkened glass, and faintly glowing vials of strange substances. Hazel lay restrained on a table, still under the effects of the drug. Her body was weak, but alive. Justin paced nearby, muttering to himself about armies of rogues and mystical soldiers he hoped to create—armies designed to finally challenge Ryan Smith and the Red Moon pack.
But before his plans could even begin, the doors burst open. Shadows moved like predators—Ryan, Lucifer, Liam, Nick, Blade, and the rest of the pack warriors poured into the lab with lethal precision. Every rogue and guard who dared interfere was neutralized instantly, falling under the swift, merciless strikes of the Red Moon Alpha and his betas.
Ryan didn't hesitate. He reached Hazel immediately, lifting her gently, the drug still suppressing her awareness. His gaze swept over Justin, and the Alpha's presence alone froze the would-be Alpha in his tracks.
"Hazel is ours," Ryan said, his voice carrying authority and promise. "And you will regret ever touching her."
Lucifer stood beside Ryan, his aura flaring with centuries of power. Justin paled, realizing he was completely outmatched.