Edric released the bolt.
Marcus saw the string snap forward.
He saw Lucian turn too late.
Evelyn moved first.
She drove both hands into Lucian’s chest and threw him sideways.
The bolt struck her shoulder.
The impact spun her halfway around.
For one terrible beat, she remained standing, as if her body had not caught up.
Then blood spread across the back of her coat.
Marcus’s wolf tore free.
The transformation drove pain through his injured leg, but rage shoved it to the edge of his mind.
He launched himself up the slope.
Edric was already reaching for a second bolt.
The shift split Marcus’s hunting coat and left the torn cloth in the snow. In wolf form, he was massive through the shoulders, charcoal fur silvered with ice, amber eyes fixed on the ridge.
He climbed through snow
