Dayne’s POV
Talis’s determination radiates through the mate bond, her silver-blue eyes locked on the horizon where the second wraith’s howl echoes, a guttural promise of death that sets my wolf snarling.
On the farmhouse roof, the wind whips her dark hair, her wounds still seeping blood, but she stands tall, alpha-strong, refusing to yield. Hunters’ scents fade into the trees, their retreat meaningless with two wraiths closing in, drawn to her ancient bloodline like moths to flame.
Glynn’s trap at the mill waits, and Savannah’s frantic revelation another cursed beast twists my gut, but Talis’s fire, her refusal to be bait, fuels my own resolve. She’s my mate, my step-sister, my everything, and I’ll tear through hell to keep her safe.
“Down, now,” I growl, pulling her toward the hatch
