Talis’s POV
The hunters’ scent of metal and sweat cuts through the cool night air on the farmhouse porch, mingling with the wraith’s lingering howl, and my wolf bristles, silver-blue eyes flashing with a mix of fear and fury. Dayne’s hand tightens on mine, the mate bond pulsing with his protective rage, but I feel it too the weight of this new threat, hunters drawn by the wraith, by my bloodline, just like they were drawn to my parents. I’m not running, not hiding, not letting Glynn or this cursed beast take anyone else from me.
“Get inside,” Dayne growls, his ice-blue eyes scanning the trees, his body tense, ready to shift. “Hunters aren’t like wolves. They’ll shoot first.”
I shake my head, my claws twitching, pain flaring in my bandaged side. “I’m not leaving you to face this alone. W
