Rissa’s POV

The forest exploded into violence.

One heartbeat, I stood locked in that tense triangle, hand on Mark’s wrist, the stranger’s shadow stretching like a blade across the clearing, rival wolves circling with gleaming teeth. The next heartbeat, the world shattered.

A wolf lunged. Its fangs slashed through the air, silver in the moonlight. I dropped low, twisting, the hot rush of its breath brushing my throat. My fist snapped upward, my knuckles blazing with the hum of ...