Harlow looks at Austin with wide eyes, no longer looking at the space on the cliff where the dagger disappeared.
Austin looks at Harlow below him. Her hair is a mess, but the silvery tendrils are splayed out below her. There has never been a more beautiful sight, yet as he looks at her the sight of her frightens him more than the silver dagger. He should have been that bit quicker.
Harlow’s eyes flicker in fear as Austin’s wolf surges once again. This time is not like before. This time it is pure unbridled energy, it isn’t the beast slightly pushing, it is the wolf so close Harlow can nearly feel him.
Harlow checks her watch that is on the hand resting over the open wound on Austin’s chest. It is still an hour until she gets her wolf. All the fear about not being able to find him in tim
