The dust from the shattered wall was still settling when Silas moved.
He didn't waste time looking at the bodies of the guards he had just dismantled with his bare hands. He lunged forward, his massive, blood-stained arms scooping my broken body off the cold stone floor. I gasped as he pressed me against his bare, burning chest. The raw, heavy scent of cedar, rain, and pure Alpha dominance flooded my senses, momentarily cutting through the agonizing haze of my fever.
"I have you, Elara," he growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hold my fractured soul together. "Hold on to me."
He didn't wait for a response. He turned and bolted through the jagged hole I had blown in the wall, carrying me into the dark, narrow maintenance tunnels beyond.
But as we plunged deeper into the mou
