155.BLADE WIELDING MANIAC.

EUDORA.

The voice in my head was a good enough distraction from the striking silver eyes of the hulking man standing over me and the corpse of the man he’d just killed with a blade.

The voice was one I haven’t heard in a long time and I’d forgotten I even had.

“He’s here…finally, he’s here for us.”

There’s a delight in the voice—the kind that no one in their right mind should have when they are being faced with possible death by a blade wielding, malevolently looking man.

For a voice I was hearing for the first time in weeks, my wolf’s voice was nothing like a soothing balm that it should have been. Instead, it was like salt rubbed over and over on a wound that was fast healing. It stung. However , it also sprung me back to life and jerked me out of my paralyzed state.

We don’t converse much but with the little time we have, I was well aware of the fact that both times, I was in a life threatening situation.

And this was one.

Only a fool would need her wolf to tell her to get