Elara’s POV
The Hollow charged.
His massive form barreled toward me, teeth bared, eyes blazing. I braced myself, my wolf surging forward and then Dorian was there.
His black wolf slammed into the Hollow’s flank, knocking him sideways. The two titans rolled across the snow, snarling, clawing, tearing. Warriors on both sides erupted into chaos.
“Elara!” Mira grabbed my arm. “Fall back!”
“No”
“That’s an order!” She dragged me away from the fighting. “You’re not ready for him. Not yet.”
I wanted to argue, but she was right. My wolf was stronger than before, but the Hollow was a hundred years old. A monster. I couldn’t beat him tonight. We retreated to the tree line.
I watched Dorian fight, my heart in my throat. He was powerful, more powerful than I had ever seen but the Hollow was rel
