The scent of the Frostlands, her breath caught, Kieran sent him.

She wanted to be angry but part of her felt something relieved instead.

The dark wolf turned away and started scanning the trees like he was making sure there were no others and when he looked back at her his gaze softened just a little then he shifted back.

He was tall and a scar ran down his jaw, his dark hair was matted with sweat and blood. He looked tired.

“Are you hurt?” he asked quietly.

Lyra didn’t answer she ...