Inside my tent, the guards' shouts mixed with Callum's roars. His rut scent pushed through the canvas until the herbs hanging above my cot could no longer cover it.
Jars rattled on the medicine shelf each time his body struck the ground outside. I tied a cloth over my nose and checked the ward at every seam. A healer's scent could ease a bonded wolf during a normal rut. With the tie already loosening, mine only made Callum fight harder to reach me.
I opened a narrow gap in the flap. Callum's black wolf strained under the guards in the middle of camp.
Lyra shoved her way through them.
“Callum, my love. It's me.” Her hands shook, though she held them out for everyone to see. “Let me soothe you.”
His head lifted. For one breath, he went still and tested her scent.
Lyra smiled toward the
