Raven

Escurians and people from Dun’s Crossing celebrate all around me, but I only have eyes for a bloodstained, silver wolf on the other side of the river. I shove through the crowd, desperate to touch him and know that he’s safe. That we all are.

King Gavin is dead!

Kieran seems to have the same idea. He charges back into the corpse-choked river, and when we meet in the middle, he shifts. He crushes me in an embrace, and his lips collide with mine, both of us hungry ...