Killian’s POV
The footsteps came closer.
Slow. Careful. Too steady to be wind.
I turned, eyes narrowed, every muscle in me tense. Zylia froze too, her head lifting, her hand hovering near the knife at her belt.
For a heartbeat, I thought it might be a threat. But then I caught the scent.
Wolves. Two of them.
They stepped out of the fog.
A tall man with messy brown hair, and a woman with sharp eyes and a dagger already drawn.
Zylia’s breath hitched. “Raven…? Mason?”
The man’s face shifted from alert to relief,and then anger. “Zylia! You’re alright!” He ran forward without thinking.
“We lost track of you for a while…what happened?” The lady beside added.
I moved before I even realized it, blocking his path. My growl cut through the air. “Stay back.”
He stopped, blinking at me. “W
