Talis’s POV
The truck’s tires scream against gravel, the forest road a blur as Dayne pushes us toward the mill, his ice-blue eyes locked on the dark trees where the wraiths’ red eyes flicker, their howls chasing us.
My wounds shoulder, side, back burn, blood soaking Dayne’s oversized shirt, but my wolf surges, silver-blue eyes blazing, fueled by the mate bond’s pulse of his protective rage.
Luka’s truck follows, headlights cutting through the night, Savannah’s voice still echoing in my mind. Glynn bound the second wraith with your family’s blood, Dayne.
The words twist in my gut, linking my parents’ deaths to his family’s slaughter, our bloodlines cursed. A new wolf howl sharp, unfamiliar splits the air, not wraith, not pack, and my wolf bristles, sensing a shift in the trap we’re rac
