Lulu

“Bit funny, innit? Two wolves stalking us when this place is miles from any pack territory.” The leader’s voice slithered under my skin.

We were on our knees in the middle of a pulsing ring of blood, bound and helpless as he drifted closer. His robe whispered over the rocky ground, the sound dry—like sandpaper scraping.

He stopped right in front of me. His thin, pale hand shot out, grabbing the collar of my already torn shirt from when I fell off that cliff earlier. With a rough ...