What could the demons be hunting on earth besides Zaya? He didn’t even want to know. All he wanted was his mate safe. The other guardians can handle the end of the world business.
“How do we stop it?”
“Has she let her jackal rise yet?” Dage frowned at the question. No, she hasn’t. The only time he had seen her skin turn darker was when she had been angry with him at his house. But her skin had turned back like it had never changed.
“Will that help?” Dage asked hopeful. He wanted all this running to stop. He uncharacteristically craved time to be with her, needed that closeness with her. Even though he knew that will never happen
“The jackal within gives every guardian the ability to heal any wound. If she allowed hers to rise maybe she could stem the scent.”
“Don’t you know for cer
