Maximus

We kept going down the path. My wolf paced hard under my skin, restless. The fire in me wanted out, hot enough to sear my veins, but I held it down. Too much heat here would not be a weapon. It would be an invitation.

The rogues whispered behind us.

Rebecca stayed close. Too close. Every brush of her shoulder against mine fed the tether I kept trying to fight.

Then the path opened.

We stopped in front of a gate. It rose out of the ground like it had ...