The muscles in my legs were tense, ready to propel me forward. Loki growled in my head, demanding action.
“Move.”
But before I could attack, a loud crunch shattered the silence.
A wolf emerged from the trees, his agile figure slipping through the underbrush with unsettling ease. He didn’t stop until he was between the guardians and me, blocking the fight.
Riley.
I knew it was him before he even spoke. His scent was the same, though now mixed with the forest and damp earth. He had changed. His stance was different—firmer, more assured.
“Stop.” His voice was clear, unwavering.
The guardians tensed, but none of them attacked. Their eyes measured him with distrust.
“This isn’t your problem, Riley,” the leader said, his tone rough. “Step aside.”
Riley didn’t move.
“Connor didn’t come
