Leah
Every time she shifted to smoke, the dark tendrils tracked her, mapping her true form inside the haze, and Darien’s claws followed where the shadows pointed. He fought with his eyes closed half the time, hunting her through senses that weren’t his, herding her away from me, cutting off every escape with walls of living darkness.
“You can’t kill me!” Eyera shrieked, and there was something new in her voice … fear. “I am eternal! I have worn a hundred bodies! I will wear a hundred more!”
Darien’s jaws opened, and the sound that came out was not a roar. It was a sentence, dragged through the lycan’s throat.
“Not. This. One.”
The shadows struck.
They came from every direction at once, tendrils lancing through the smoke, and they didn’t grab Mary’s body. They went through it, into it
