Darius’s POVThe bond did not just hum anymore. It screamed.I was in the Great Hall, listening to Hakan talk about grain and fire. But suddenly, my chest felt like it was being ripped open. It was not my pain. It was hers. It was cold, sharp fear. It was the feeling of being hunted."Aria," I whispered.I did not wait for the Elders to finish their talking. I did not care about the rules. I turned and ran. I ran out of the castle. I ran past the guards. I ran toward the Gully of Bones.The air in the woods was freezing. The sky was dropping white flakes of snow, but the ground was still green with the Witch’s rot. It looked like salt on a wound. My lungs burned. Every breath was like swallowing broken glass because my wolf was not there to make me strong. I was just a man in boots, running through the mud.The bond was pulsing. It was a dark, frantic beat.I reached the edge of the Gully. I looked down and my heart stopped.Aria was in the dirt. She was not alone. Three men in grey l
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