Her Rogue wolf

h a ferocity she'd never seen before-his movements fluid, predatory, his every strike sending shockwaves through the air. Yet even as he held his groun

hilling determination. "You're not strong enough, Jaxon," Astrid purred, her voice dripping

ack to reveal his sharp canines.

n't afford to focus on that now. The fight between them was growing m

vement. Her instincts flared, every nerve in her body telling her to move, to prepare for anothe

on's voice rang out, low and commandi

ment the words left her lips, the first rogue appeared, stepping

face against Jaxon-and Ivy. There were at least five rogues now, all glaring at Ivy, ready to charge. And Ivy,

his eyes flashing as he mov

refused to be sidelined, not when she cou

pression dark and unreadable. "This is bigger

pite the words, but she couldn't stop herself. It wasn't the fear that shook her-it was so

er than before. "You think you can hold your ground?

most, her body a well-trained weapon honed by years of hunting, and as the first rogue lunged at her, she slashed with h

hat," he growled

ed another strike, but she couldn't afford to focus solely on him. She had to deal wi

into the other rogues, his claws flashing in the moonlight. She knew he

hed out with the dagger, catching him across the chest. The rogue

ery ounce of her training to stay one step ahead. Her side burned, and the blood loss w

he world pressing down on her. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

at the edges. She

r. Jaxon appeared at her side, his form a blur of strength and speed, as he

s wrist and yanking her out of the fight. "We

arm out of his grip. "I'm no

else there too-something softer, more desperate. "You're goin

twisting with the lies she was telling herself. She wasn't afraid of death

tension. Astrid stood back, a twisted smile o

op around them. "Then what are you afraid of, Ivy?" he asked, his voice

ttled her. She didn't have an answer

Astrid's voice shattered t

ight for Jaxon. Ivy's instincts kicked in, and before she could

ully. Ivy hissed in pain as her dagger fell from her grip, and for the fi

red, before throwing Ivy back with a vicious

ld spun. The fight was slipping

Jaxon's voice cut through the fog.

met his eyes-eyes filled with so