Kyra fainted in the forest the moment the last rogue dropped. I caught her before her head hit the ground, and the second her weight went limp in my arms, my chest went tight with a feeling I didn’t like, I felt fear and panic. Something I’ve never felt before, the kind that makes you move without thinking.
I mind linked Dexter and he came in no time, with blood on his blade and his eyes scanning the trees. “More coming ?” asked said.
“No,” I snapped, lifting Kyra higher against my chest. “I killed on though, I didn’t mean to.”
His gaze flicked to her face. “She doesn’t look good.”
“I know, let’s get her treated fast.”
We pushed toward the border, faster now, ignoring the sting in my shoulder where claws had opened me, ignoring the way my wolf snarled to turn back and kill the rest e
