Chapter Eight
Audrey drew in a sharp breath, taking a step back at the look she saw in Merrick’s eyes. A wild, almost feral look. “Merrick?” Her voice was hesitant and she wanted to retreat further. She held her ground, not daring to move in case it startled him.
He remained poised over the wolf, the wild look remaining in his eyes. The sharp scent of blood filled the room.
“Merrick. They’re dead.”
Merrick stayed where he was a moment longer before leaping past them and disappearing down the stairwell. The scent of baked apples, entwined with a metallic smell, remained behind, slowly dissipating.
Jordan stopped in the doorway. “What happened?”
Audrey slowly shook her head. “I have no idea.”
“Think he’ll be back?”
“I hope so.” She doubted they could survive in this place on their ow
