Riley

The heavy weight of my wolf form receded as my bones snapped back into their human shape, and the cold mud on the warehouse floor felt sharp against my bare skin while I pulled a discarded mercenary jacket over my shoulders, my eyes staying locked onto Vance's lifeless body where he lay pinned beneath the heavy timber logs.

Fantine was leaning against the rusted iron frame of the loading dock, her hands shaking slightly as she wiped the dark blade of her dagger against a piece of loose tarp, and the raw connection of our mate bond was pulsing with a quiet, solid warmth that told me the immediate...