POV: ARIA FROST The mud in the Deadwoods was cold and slippery under my feet, but Brecken didn't seem to care. He looked like he had only one thing on his mind, and that was getting me out of there before the Tribunal arrived. Before I could even steady myself and run from the ruins, Brecken came at me so fast I barely saw him move. My magic was still burning around my fingers, but I had nothing left in me. My whole body felt weak, and my legs could barely hold me up. I couldn't react before he grabbed me, lifted me off the ground, and threw me over his massive right shoulder as if I weighed nothing. My stomach turned as the world suddenly flipped upside down. "Put me down!" I choked out, my ribs pressing hard against his shoulder. I hit his back with my weak, shaking fists, but it did nothing. His body felt like a wall beneath my hands. "Brecken, drop me!" "Keep your head down," he snapped. His voice carried that rough growl that came whenever his wolf was close to the
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