AXEL
“That is just—that’s impossible.” How does a creature slayed over two hundred years ago come back to life?
“I said the same thing when we first tracked the beast's presence to Oakville, just south of here.” Shane sucks in a deep breath, like he's lost in thoughts. “Then Ridgeclaw. And Cedar Falls…. and Ashbrae.”
My parents. Agony clamps my chest for a moment, and I drag in a breath, shelving those thoughts to the back of my mind.
“That's when we noticed the pattern.” Shane continues, turning to me with furrowed brows. “Wolves—just like you and I, Ax—are turning up dead in every town within a six mile radius from here. And right at every death scene, Dreadborn shows up.”
Fuckin hell. For the first time, the reality of just how much of a threat Dreadborn is settles in my bones.
