Killian's POV
I vaulted over the stone railing of the veranda, the cool evening air hitting my face like a challenge. Behind me, I heard the heavy, synchronized footfalls of Skylar, his steady presence the only thing keeping my predatory focus from fraying into pure rage. Vane was howling now, a sound of ancient hunger that demanded the scent of rogue blood on the wind.
'The trackers are scattered, Killian,' Vane snarled, his golden eyes overlaying my vision until the forest floor turned into a map of heat and heartbeat. 'They think the darkness is their ally. They don't know the shadows belong to the Gray Ridge. We will show them that the Fallen King’s daughter is guarded by monsters.'
"Skylar, split off at the weeping willow," I ordered, my voice shifting into the low, guttural vibra
