Moments later, the trees behind her parted with the thunder of powerful paws.
Darius arrived first, his massive black wolf form skidding to a halt as his amber eyes locked on her crumpled body. His lips curled into a deep snarl, not at her, but at the sight of her bleeding, unconscious form. His heart punched against his ribcage.
He growled, low and guttural, stalking forward with caution. Her scent hit him like a wave, blood, fear, pain... and power. More power than he'd felt from any shifted wolf in a long time.
Rowan burst through the trees behind him and came to a skidding stop. His breath caught in his throat. "Moon above..."
"She shifted too fast," Darius growled, his voice translated through the pack link. "She wasn't ready. That witch Sela-"
"We need to get her out of here," R
