Olivia's POV

I clung to the fur of the wolf that whisked me away. The wind was blowing around my face and my fear of falling made it impossible for me to look back at André. I hoped he was alright. He was with Doran.

I felt my heart leap into my throat. What if Doran killed him?!

The wolf ran like the wind and I clung even tighter, my tears wetting a small patch on his back and the rest being dried by the wind.

“Olivia!”

The wolf dug his paws into the ground and nearly sent me ...