Zeke's POV
I ran faster than I ever had before. My sister needed me.
The ground shook beneath my feet. All around me, vampires fought shadow monsters. Werewolves howled in pain. But none of that mattered. Only Sienna mattered now.
I could feel her fading. That strange pull in my chest—the one I'd felt my whole life but never understood—was getting weaker by the second.
"Hold on, Sienna," I whispered. "Your brother's coming."
A shadow thing leaped at me, its claws sharp as knives. I ducked and rolled, calling on the power the Midnight Syndicate had taught me to use. Blue light sparked from my fingers, burning the creature to ash.
I never told anyone, but I always knew I was different. Even when the Syndicate told me Sienna was bad, something inside me couldn't believe it.
As I ran, memories flashed through my mind.
I was five years old again, sick with a fever that wouldn't break. A woman with kind eyes bent over me.
