“We are close,” Lucian said.
His wolf lifted his head, pulling in the scents carried by the wind. Magic. The forest ahead smelled wrong. Not like smoke or herbs.
Like something ancient woven into the soil. A sharp, metallic scent coated the air. Every breath made Lucian’s tongue feel numb. Wards. The coven was near.
“The bond is stronger,” his wolf said.
“She is close.”
Lucian could feel everything now. Agatha’s racing heartbeat. The movement of their pup. Her protectiveness. Her fear for her parents. And something else. A terrible pressure closing around her. Gideon. Lucian’s wolf snarled so violently that the warriors nearest him briefly faltered.
“He is with her.”
“I know.”
“Kill him.”
“We will.”
“Slowly.”
Lucian said nothing. He did not care how Gideon died. He only cared th
