Rissa’s POV

The ground shook beneath my feet. Wolves poured from the trees, their claws ripping soil, their eyes glowing like lanterns in the fog. My pulse matched the rhythm of the chaos, but what gripped my chest wasn’t fear. It was fire.

“Stay with me,” Mark growled, his back pressing against mine. His voice was ragged, raw, more beast than man. “They’ll try to split us apart.”

“They’ll die trying,” I spat, my fangs flashing.

The first wave came fast. A massive wolf ...