070 | WILDFLOWER MEADOWS

I clutched the knife – the knife that had been imbedded in my gut – and leapt at them. There was a sort of poetic justice to it, I thought.

It was easy – too easy – to kill the Greyhide Canyon wolves. They hadn’t expected me to attack them in my human form. I moved without thought, my body falling into years of training and pure animal instinct. Now that Annia was safe, there was nothing to hold me back. No person for them to hold hostage, or for me to keep an eye on.

I sliced the blade over their necks, my elbow jarring as I shoved through the thick fur and skin of the grey wolf; my mind was not with my body as I moved, though. It was a flashing red haze of panic. I thought only of Ares, alone and injured with Cendres.

They fell to the ground. Blood seeped across the white snow, filling the divots where our paws and boots had churned it up.

‘Describe it to me,’ I mindlinked to Ares. ‘I’ll find you.’

Although I was exhausted, my muscles drooping, held up limply by posts of bone and