The rogue’s leap should have ended midair.
It should have slammed into the invisible wall of the Bone Gate and fallen back, writhing under the force of the oath’s magic.
But it didn’t.
It tore straight through the arch, claws out, jaws snapping, as though the ancient law meant nothing.
Draven moved before Elaria even had time to scream. His arm swept her behind him, his body slamming into the wolf’s with such force that the impact echoed through the forest beyond the gate. The rogue hit the ground hard, but it rolled to its feet with unnatural speed, its lips curling back over teeth that dripped black saliva.
“Stay back!” Draven barked over his shoulder, his voice low, dangerous.
She did—barely. The shock was still clawing its way up her spine, the reality of what she’d just seen pre
