Rayna POV
For a moment, all I could hear was my own breathing - ragged, shallow, scraping through my chest like broken glass. My knees buckled, and I only just kept myself upright, claws digging into the blood-soaked earth.
Damon staggered beside me, blood running in thick lines down his ribs where the wolf had torn into him. He was pale, his teeth bared, but his eyes never left me.
My wolf pressed forward, growling low - not at him, but at the ache clawing through my body. The barrier was gone. My power was burning me hollow. And still the forest carried new howls, closer now, echoing from every direction.
We were bleeding. We were tired. And we weren’t done.
"Rayna."
His voice filled my head, low and rough, carried through the bond. His lips didn’t move, but his wolf pressed agains
