The night crackled like a storm about to shatter the world. My chest still burned from the blast of power I didn’t understand, the echoes of it rippling in the air, scattering silver-tipped arrows like dust.
The cloaked hunters regrouped in the shadows, snarling curses that scraped against my skin like knives. Their bows gleamed under the moonlight, but their eyes… their eyes weren’t wolf at all. Cold. Calculating. Inhuman.
Killian’s grip tightened around my hand, his storm-gray gaze locked on mine. “Aria,” he said, voice raw, fierce, urgent. “Don’t lose yourself. Whatever’s inside you—control it. Don’t let it control you.”
My heart thundered. “I don’t even know what it is.”
“You will.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles, grounding me even as chaos churned. “Trust your wolf. Trust me.”
