THIRD-PARTY VIEWPOINT
Cyra collided with a rock as she hit the wet ground, and pain erupted on the side of her head. For a brief moment, everything spun, and she struggled to orient herself while cold mud seeped into her clothing.
Her limbs felt numb and unresponsive. “Greyson," she muttered weakly, her voice slurring as she tried to push herself up, wondering what was going on. But her arms trembled under her weight, and the night air irritated her lungs.
“Why?" she whispered, barely forming the word, and her wolf voice burst forth before she could finish the question. “He knows," her wolf whispered inside her mind, horror permeating the bond, but the thought didn't even finish before Greyson's hands reclaimed her.
They were rough and unforgiving as he dragged her up and threw her
