With a vicious wail that didn't belong to any natural night, the air broke apart. Elaria felt her heart thumping so violently that she was afraid it may explode from her throat. Shadows burst from the crags above, characters jumping, steel flashing, eyes shining with unnatural wrath. In one heartbeat, she and Draven were weaving over the rocky mountain pass, tension already scorching like a wire drawn too tight between them.
The ambush.
Before she could even scream, Draven's arm crashed into her waist, pushing her back against the pass's stone wall. His wolf aura flared so fiercely that it appeared to sear the air as his body descended before her like a barrier.
“Stay behind me,” he growled, voice rough and edged in something primal. Not an order she wanted to obey, but in that insta
