The forest smelled of blood and shadow.

Ardyn trembled against me, her heartbeat a wild flutter beneath my palm, but her eyes burned like a storm, glowing with that unnatural crimson fire that marked her as something beyond mortal or wolf. I pulled her closer, burying my face in her hair, inhaling her scent to calm the feral rage clawing inside me.

She’d escaped. Again.

The Huntress had slipped through my claws like smoke, but she hadn’t left unscathed. I’d smelled the sharp tang of ...