/Alora/
The air was filled with anxiety, thick with the scent of pine and wolf smell; the earth beneath my feet seemed unstable, held in a breath of expectation.
My face was inches from the Lycans, my pulse rushing with the snarl directed at me as his glowing eyes nailed mine, their weight shaking me right down to my soul.
Randall's form towered beside me, his big wolf body set protectively between me and the beast, but even with all that, I felt the gaze of the Lycan on me, recognizing me and judging me.
It was chasing me, not as prey simply, but for something. More.
"Get back, Alora," Randall growled, a clear threat laced into his tone.
I did nothing but take a step forward, my heart rushing, until the storm of darkness inside me stirred and rose in a flood so wild and strong. It w
