Elaine
“Kave!”
His name tore from my lips, raw and desperate, as I stopped struggling against Ryne’s grip. My heart stuttered in my chest, the air thick with tension and the scent of blood and snow. Kave stood there, a living storm, his snarl vibrating through the clearing like thunder. His head lowered, lips curled back to reveal a terrifying set of teeth, and his eyes—those eyes—burned with fury.
He stalked forward, slow and deliberate, the fur along his spine rising like a warning. I could feel him, not just see him. The door to his mind had opened to me, and though the thoughts were fragmented and wild, I sensed the depth of his rage. It was primal, scorching, and aimed directly at Ryne.
I panicked, trying to reach him, to soothe the fire before it consumed us all.
“I’m all right,
