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her wolf and followed the

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- burned into her mind. But she

ttlefield erupt

us Volkhar st

hrough what little remained of Nightveil. Her breath came in short, sharp b

e. The

, the sickening crunch of bone against earth making her stomach lurch. The battlefield was coll

erself forwa

n f

through the battlefiel

ri

eyes scanning the chaos, in

truggled to rise, her leg bent at a sickening angle. A Stormcl

t think befo

her bones, her injured arm screaming in protest, but she didn't stop. She grabbed a silver dagger

snarl before collapsing and

short gasps, her face

e's voice was urgent,

eeth, shaking her h

tents were gone, reduced to ash and

o one left

lls thundere

s were closing in fast, their hulking forms cutting t

kness, locked onto her, a s

at. She had no choice. She ne

er shoulder, ignoring the way

," she m

, sh

he remains of the camp bef

claws barely miss her back. Snarls echoed through the night

trip them. Selene pushed through, lungs burning, vision tunneling. Eve

p up. The scent of her blood was everywher

crashed through the unde

cut throug

air, sharp,

k back, but she k

h them. Herding them

hed. She needed t

denser trees. The wolves behind them hesitated for half

cl

survival. Or at least to die

kin as she ran. Lyria's weight dragged against her, slowing them both down, b

olves grew closer. Heavy paws pounded agai

e could see the river beneath the c

o survive. They w

ch snapped

ted her body, shoving Lyria aside. The wolf's claws raked down her back instead, burning white-hot a

ng herself forward with her brok

reached

s too

n explosion

amming into Lyria. Her body hit the ground

e saw

dagger in hand, aiming straight for the wolf's

epped bet

ist, stopping the blade just b

ne f

dim moonlight. His grip was strong, but he didn't

s, her injuries, the desperation in her stanc

murmured. "Not completely.

nothing. Did

r. She was a stranger to him, an unknown variable

s curving into something between intrigu

ack. The wolves circled her now, their

e didn

steps away. If she could jump with Lyria f

ia, ready to run towards h

drive his claws strai

rld sn

to speak, but no words came. Darius held her like sh

ripped

rough her was intense and deafening, it hurt more than seeing A

's smile and ate Lyria's cooking. The way Lyria scrunched her nose

ound her on Pack territory, bloodied and bruised

eless. The blood still dripped from Dari

t in an instant, she was

d her throat, pressing just enough to keep her still. His body caged

tle. "Let's not waste your breath on th

rage, but she couldn't break fre

his gaze lingering

know you, and yet-" He exhaled, shaking his head as if amused by h

r teeth, snarli

n there already." He leaned in, voice dro

ver so slightly, remind

a. At my side, no one would dare challen

went

dness

red her Pack. Burned everything

ht she would

shuddered out. "

s grip

e here," he

stretched b

d gone silent. No more

t t

d before her lik

her throat. Her fingers itched for a weapon

him beg for mercy. Fall to her knees and beg him t

ldn't and h

iet, but steady.

of si

igh. "Wha

us m

ct before he lunged, reaching

last of her failing strength to prop

orld

he ground beneath

tbeat, she w

no fear, no rage. Her wolf was silent. It

she

she twisted in the air, her body helpless against gravity's

s the icy water s