Cierra:
The world was still ringing.
Not from the battle. Not from the blood still spattered across my arms or the iron taste clinging to my tongue.
No — everything in me rang because Dane wasn’t breathing.
His body lay sprawled on the ground where he’d fallen, chest barely rising, wolf fading so quickly I could feel him slipping through the bond like sand through shaking fingers. Dominic knelt beside him, his hands red and steady, his face carved from stone, but his eyes—his eyes were wild.
“Cierra,” Dominic growled without looking at me. “Shift. Heal him. You have to—”
But my wolf wasn’t listening.
She wasn’t shifting.
She was howling.
A sound ripped from inside me, an animal scream that didn’t leave my lips but echoed in the marrow of my bones, in the air around us, in the sky
