The wind howled as they ran.
Not against them.
With them.
Ashira moved like liquid fire—her auburn fur glowing in the early light, her paws barely disturbing the moss as she loped through the trees at Drekken's side. The two wolves wove through the forest like they were the forest, like the land had always belonged to them.
And now?
It did.
Drekken kept his massive frame just behind hers, protective, possessive, but never overbearing. Where she turned, he followed. Where she surged forward, he matched her stride.
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
The bond between them thrummed like a second heartbeat.
Like they were two halves of a story the gods had been trying to finish for centuries.
By the time the outer cliffs of the capital came into view, the sun was rising behind t
