He was screaming again, a great bellow that ripped through the caves we'd holed up in.

Not the ruby caves. Just the regular kind, carved about halfway up the side of a hill.

I stepped on the hem of my coat as I doubled back toward him, nearly tripping and striking my head on a sharp stone protruding from the cave wall. If not for Sasha's eyes, I would have. She whimpered and struggled in my arms to get back to her alpha where she'd sit and watch over him until ...