Alvira’s P.O.V.
Elliot stood at the edge of the clearing, his claws dripping with blood that caught in the light that filtered in through the dappled canopy above us. His chest heaved with frantic breaths, and his feet drug in the dirt as he stepped closer to my mate. My limbs ached, and my head was screaming with pain, but having Nikolai back at my side made all of that worth it. I only hoped that we would survive long enough to make up for lost time.
“I’m surprised at how long it took you to find her,” Elliot taunted my mate, crouching low and preparing for his first strike. “I would have thought that you’d be right on my heels that first day.”
“Shut your mouth before I rip it off, Elliot,” Nikolai snarled in response. His hulking frame trembled with barely contained rage. I could fee
