A tearing sensation ripped through me, sharp and deep like claws from the inside out. I stumbled back, clutching my middle as my knees buckled. The sword slipped from my hand, clattering to the stone.My wolf screamed.A deep, guttural cry echoed inside me, not a howl, but a warning.I fell.Voices blurred in the distance. I felt someone grab my shoulders and roll me gently. Heat pulsed around me, and then someone shouted my name.Riven.He was kneeling beside me in the next breath, his face ghost-white.“Rory. Stay with me. Look at me!”“I’m fine,” I whispered, even as blood smeared my palm. My heart thundered in my ears.“You’re not fine. Thorne! Call the healer—now!”I tried to sit up, but Riven pressed his hand to my shoulder.“Don’t move. Just breathe. You’re bleeding—”That was when I saw it. The red seeping through the front of my tunic.And the pain… the pain was growing worse.“No,” I said. “No, no, no—”“Rory,” he said gently, his hand finding mine, “stay awake.”Thorne’s fo
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