The wolf dipped his snout once and sat back on his haunches and let his tongue loll out. Now the panting werewolf looked more like a large friendly dog, despite the blood. The adrenaline surge was fading, and Toria’s right ankle now refused to bear any of her weight.
“Toria. Where’s Syri? And who’s our friend?”
She looked back to see Kane leaning against the wall, matching herself and the werewolf for exhaustion. His scimitar drooped in limp fingers. Elven bodies surrounded them, dead or unconscious, but their friend was not one of them. “Archer’s boyfriend came to our rescue,” Toria said. “I lost track of Syri in the fight. And Archer was right behind me, but…” Her voice trailed off. For all his pretty words, and despite the power he’d been building as he followed her down the alley, th
