Nyx—no, Glory said.
I—stand over Glory with my wolf’s foreclaws braced on her shoulders. Her throat thrums beneath my talons, pulse hammering like a terrified drum. I am seeing clearly: every hair along Glory’s scalp, every bead of sweat clinging to her lashes, every tremor in the whites of her eyes.
She sobs, “Nyx, please—please, don’t—"
Rage drowns her plea. This is the female who betrayed me—a childhood friend. I see her as prey. I see her as a threat that must be ended.
My jaws part, fangs dripping hot saliva. I lower my head. One clean bite—one snap—and the world will be free of her.
“NYX!” Kyo’s voice.
“Leave her!” he roars. “Now!”
She tried to kill us, the wolf howls inside. Finish her.
I feel Kyo’s presence slam closer. His scent—smoke and crushed pine, raw panic—envelops m
