REBECCA
I could feel my heart explode with fear as Reiner ran at breakneck speed through the snowy forest.
Goddess, please let nothing have happened, I prayed. Please, please ...
It had all happened very quickly.
One moment I was in the ballroom, intent on watching as the workers put up the Christmas decorations, and the next I had found myself on Reiner's wolf's back and practically in the middle of the forest.
He had been unable to tell me anything: he was totally dominated by his wolf, a single body of instinct and pure, all-encompassing fear. Only one name stirred in his mind: Violet.
Something had happened to our little girl.
Dozens and dozens of wolves were running at his side, opening wider and wider in a big fan, perfect for raking through the whole forest.A small part of
