The first rogue came through low and fast, its fur a matted mess, teeth bared, eyes glowing with hunger. It didn’t hesitate—it lunged straight for Draven.

Elaria barely had time to gasp before Draven moved, catching the wolf mid-air with a force that seemed impossible in such a narrow space. His claws raked across its flank, sending it yelping into the wall.

But another shadow was already in the tunnel. Then another.

Draven’s stance widened, his body angled to shield her completely. ...