Ravyn
The forest floor was soft beneath Ravyn’s feet as she moved through the darkness, following Valerius’s scent trail with her enhanced senses. The sounds of battle were fading behind her—occasional radio chatter, the distant crack of arrows finding their marks, the final screams of compulsion soldiers meeting their merciful end.
But ahead, in the deeper woods where ancient pines blocked out even the moonlight, something moved with desperate urgency.
Valerius.
Ravyn checked her crossbow one final time. Three darts left, each one coated with hybrid venom that could drop a vampire instantly. Three chances to end this war forever.
Through the mate bond, she felt Grayson’s growing panic as he realized she’d left the lodge. His wolf was tracking her scent, but she had a head start and t
