The air still burned with his scent.
Darian.
The blood I had torn from him didn’t lie. The trail was thick, heavy with fear, vibrating with the desperation of an Alpha who, for the first time, understood there was something worse than him.
I didn’t wait.
I rose like a dark spear among the ruins of the warehouse, leaving behind the smoke, the blood, and the shattered silence of combat. My wings beat furiously, and the sky welcomed me as if I were part of it.
The raven inside me shrieked. An ancient cry. A hunting song.
I reached out with my senses.
Darian was running.
His paws shattered the pavement at high speed, and although he had triggered a minor spell to mask his presence, I could feel him. Not with my eyes, nor my nose.
With the memory of the ritual.
We were bound.
Through
