SERAPHINA
I couldn’t move.
Not because I was frozen with fear, but due to the fact that there were trees stacked above me. Heavy. Pressing. Sealing the world into a narrow, airless coffin.
But what stole the air from my lungs wasn’t the weight. A pair of dark blue wolf eyes stared down at me unblinking, unbothered, locked to mine like chains I couldn’t break.
Ryker
It was him.
He was inches above me, the sharp line of his jaw bleeding onto my skin from a wound somewhere near his temple. His arms were planted on either side of my head, muscles tensed into rigid cords as he held up the weight of what should have crushed us both.
Not one branch had touched me.
Because he had taken the weight of it all.
While I was beneath them.
Shouldering all of it on his back like a beast. Like a
