Raven’s POV
It lunged at me.
Fear locked my body in place, my limbs frozen as if the very air around me had turned to stone.
My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might burst from my chest.
Sweat drenched my clothes, cold against my skin, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think.
This was it. I am going to die here.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the inevitable, the tearing of flesh, the sharp bite of pain. There was no way I could survive an attack from a creature like that.
But the attack never came.
Instead, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air, followed by the sound of claws tearing through something unnatural.
My eyes flew open just in time to see a massive, breathtakingly beautiful wolf launching at the
