Grayson
The mate bond hit Grayson like a physical blow as Ravyn’s terror flooded through their connection. One moment he was coordinating cleanup from the battle, the next he was on his knees in the forest, overwhelmed by her fear and the desperate certainty that she was about to die.
*Ravyn!* he projected through their bond, but what came back was fragmented—flashes of pale blue eyes, the scent of ancient vampire, the crushing grip of fingers around her throat.
Valerius had her.
Grayson’s wolf exploded to the surface without conscious thought, his human form dissolving into something larger, faster, more primal than he’d ever allowed himself to become. This wasn’t the controlled shift he’d practiced for years—this was pure instinct, pure fury, the mate bond driving him beyond his norm
