Laura rolled to the side, pain shooting up her arm as she landed wrong on her injured hand. The shadow wolf's claws raked the ground where she'd been a second before.

Dante was already moving, his blade slicing through the air toward the creature's neck. But shadow wolves were fast. Too fast. It twisted away, black eyes fixed on Laura like she was the only prey that mattered.

"They're drawn to your mark," Dante growled réalisation setting in as he stepped between her and the wolf again. "Stay close to me."

Two more shadow wolves emerged from the darkness, their forms seeming to melt from the shadows themselves. Laura's heart...