A weak morning light penetrated the gnarled trees in the forest and cast long shadows on the ground. It was cool air but with every breath Serena took, it lay on her chest like lead. And it had been much more tense in the days since the bloody battle with the renegade werewolf. It had been a formidable beast, and yet Serena had been more formidable. The rage of the midnight wolf had driven her, howled through her, given her the power to bring down the beast, but that same rage left her trembling, sick, like a storm brewed inside her body.
"They moved quickly, didn't have time to linger." The second the rogue werewolf's body had grown still, Lucian had made that clear. The word had spread by now — the Onyx wolf was alive. They were being hunted.
"We have to go," Lucian said and his voice was strong, although fear played painted on his features. His eyes turned into a horrible mixture of care when he faced Serena. "It's not safe here."
