Born From The Ash
She hit the wall with a sickening thud and slid down, unmoving.
“Cera!” I screamed, drawing my own blades.
The wolf turned its rabid gaze on me. I stood between it and the dormant crystal, the heart of this chamber. The hum from the journal was a deafening roar in my head, the bond-mark on my skin burning like a brand. The wolf coiled to spring.
And from the staircase, a silver blur shot past me.
Kaiden.
His wolf, a magnificent beast of storm-gray fur and terrifying power, collided with the feral one in mid-air. The sound was horrific, a cacophony of snarls, the crunch of bone, and tearing flesh. He hadn’t hesitated.