Wind crushed me backward. Too soon, I began to fall. Panic clawed up my throat and came out as a breathless scream. I hadn't jumped far enough, hadn't accounted for the wind trying to rip me from the sky.

Time slowed as I fell, and all I could think about was my wolves. I didn't want to die, not like this. We still had a war to win.

The back of my coat tightened around my neck. A second later, I jerked to a stop.

I stalled midair, caught by something ...