TRISTAN

By the time we reached the clearing, the air was thick with blood and wet snow. Adrian was in wolf form, breathing hard, eyes wild. Two beasts circle him like vultures, both  mangled but still moving. Adrian’s movements were sluggish–too sluggish for someone of his rank.

Cassian and I exchanged a look. Then we shifted. 

The first beast lunged for Adrian’s throat. He sidestepped and drove his claw into its ribs, but it barely slowed. I sprung from behind, ...