Caleb’s POV
The roar of flames began to devour the landscape, the crackle of burning wood echoing like a lament as Mara’s house went up in the attack and she, in the distance, begged for her life after the two red-furred wolves had cornered her.
“Caleb! Please!” she cried, desperate, terror injected into her green eyes so similar to Eva’s that my heart shuddered.
The air was thick with smoke and ash that stung my throat as my eyes, sharpened by Sigvar’s presence and the shift, scanned the chaos. The two red-furred wolves, their eyes glowing like embers, had pressed Mara back against the ancient oak where we had been about to seal the farce of a marriage, the tree marking the edge of her grounds. The growls of those beasts were deep, guttural, fueled by a rage that didn’t feel natural, a
