Fenrir’s POV
Each movement took me farther from the winter gardens where we fought like demons.
Turn back, Raze snarled, his voice a demonic echo that thundered through my head. His rage pulsed and thrashed against the iron cage of my restraints. They hurt her! They burned her skin! Bring her to the nest and return! Rip Cassian’s head from his shoulders! Rip the Ice Queen’s throat out! Bury them both in their blood!
“Be silent,” I growled between my gritted teeth, the word slithering across the tongue of a beast.
I wasn’t addressing Lyra, whose slight frame leaned against my side. One arm was a vice around her hips, ensuring that her wounded knees weren’t bearing her full weight. No, I addressed the monster within me. The bloodlust had turned my mouth bitter with copper. My fangs were
