DARIUS
I raced through the woods with my son clinging to me on my back; small hands squeezing my fur — I had never felt a greater purpose in life than to keep him safe.
Protect. Run. Survive. Everything else was secondary.
And I knew there were people chasing me. Silvermoon wolves, angry and organized. They were not supposed to have this much reinforcement. They must have gotten a tip about us coming.
Karian was next to me in his human form, holding an injured Rhea. She was alive, but barely so, with blood pouring from a head wound. When the building began falling, debris struck her.
But she was alive. They were both alive. That was all that mattered.
Marcus and the rest of our fighters created a protective screen behind us and forced pursuers to slow. But we were outnumbered at lea
