ZAHRA-ROSE
From where I had been lying low, my wolf-sharp hearing caught every word that left their mouths.
I forced myself to stay hidden, to let Ashvin lead, but the more I listened, the harder it became. These men would never willingly release my sister or Ashvin and his warriors. Their arrogance reeked through the clearing.
I was pissed.
How dare they speak to him like that? How dare they speak of killing my sister as if she were nothing, while I hid here listening?
When the warriors suddenly began to writhe and howl in pain, I knew the humans had prepared for us. The acrid tang of wolfsbane burned my nose. They had mixed it into something and loosed it from the trees like cursed rain. That was the last straw.
I stepped forward, my gaze locking on the so-called leader on the gro
