THE BANISHED LUNA
The rogue lunged—
A blur of motion intercepted him, slamming him sideways into a tree with bone-cracking force.
The other two skidded to a halt, snarling at the newcomer.
Aria’s eyes widened. This wolf was massive, larger than Damien, with fur so black it swallowed the moonlight. His eyes burned—not gold, not amber, but a piercing silver that locked on the rogues with lethal focus.
He growled low, the sound promising death.
The rogues hesitated, their earlier confidence faltering.
“Go,” the black wolf said, voice like a blade scraping stone.