Selene

The patrol's torches bobbed closer, their flames cutting erratic paths through the fog-shrouded trees. My blood roared in my ears, drowning out all the warnings from behind me – Veyra's sharp hiss, Elara's urgent plea, Draven's growl of my name. All I saw was that red-haired boy, chained and stumbling between two hulking Bloodfang guards. Dorian. It had to be him. The curse's whispers clawed at the edges of my mind, but I shoved them aside, nocking an arrow and loosing it in one breath. The shaft whistled through the air, burying into the nearest guard's throat. He gurgled, clutching at the fletching as he dropped.

"Ambush!" one of...