DIMITRI 

“No, please…no.” As I stabbed the wolf with my sword from behind, and he released the arrow, I whispered, as though saying it too loudly would make it all real.

But the wolf barked a mirthless laugh as the arrow he shot hit Sloane’s stomach. 

I blinked hard, my heart pounding in my eyes as Sloane’s eyes connected with mine. Just for a moment before she dropped to the floor. 

The wolf was still standing on his ten toes despite the fact that I had just stabbed him. But I ...