KAEL
The blade sank into my side before I could react. It wasn’t deep enough to kill me, but it was enough to make me wish it had.
The burn was instant, searing. My body locked, my knees buckled, every muscle screamed in unison as something hot and unnatural spread from the wound.
Silver.
My wolf howled, clawing violently under my skin. I collapsed forward, my breath stolen. The cold of the night turned sharper. I tasted metal, blood and fury.
The bastard who stabbed me, stood inches away, hand still wrapped around the hilt. He was young, barely more than a pup, but his eyes held that feral loyalty. The kind of blind devotion that gets you killed.
“You bleed,” he whispered, almost in awe. “They said you couldn’t.”
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, my body was already weakening, but
