As Darius got near the edge of the forest, a howl—desperate and filled with fear—echoed through the trees. Amara’s howl. His heart stopped, cold terror freezing his veins for a moment before fury consumed him. She was calling for help.
Darius didn’t hesitate. He shifted mid-stride, his body elongating and twisting as he transformed into his wolf form. His fur bristled as his massive silver-gray wolf barreled through the forest, his paws pounding against the earth with every stride.
In the distance, he saw her—Amara, running for her life. And behind her, a dark, hulking figure was gaining on her, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl.
Darius let out a ferocious growl, his wolf pushing harder, faster. He couldn’t let that wolf touch her. He wouldn’t let him.
Just as the dark wolf lunged tow
