Ravid wasn’t sure what had happened. One moment he was watching his victory play out in front of him. It was inevitable. The King would succumb to the virus and destroy his own future. The agony of it was going to be beautiful.
Then the atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy, and his chest tightened as a strange smell invaded his nostrils. His wolf stirred and grunted faintly. His skin itched as if irritated.
Even more confusing was that she suddenly found himself alone. The king and queen were gone, as were the bodies of his fallen comrades. He shifted his stance, listening to his boots scrape oddly. It sounded hollow, like he was in a tunnel.
What was happening?
“Hello, little wolf,” a voice said, drawing his attention.
Ravid frowned as he studied the African-American woman in fr
