Thorne’s POV
The wolf on my back digs its claws into my sides, and the one beside me snaps its teeth too close to my neck. My vision blurs at the pain in my body, but I shake it off. I can’t keep fighting if I pass out.
My legs shake under the weight of my attackers as I toss my head back and clamp my jaws around the neck of one wolf.
A broken scream fazes into a howl, distracting the wolves attacking me and giving me a chance to slam the wolf on my back against the nearest tree. It falls off me, and I spin, looking for the source of the howl.
In the middle of the battling wolves stands a silver-white female wolf. Chaos rages around her, but it all fades when our eyes connect. Familiar human eyes give way to sharp, predatorial wolf eyes.
Aurora.
She’s beautiful.
And clumsy.
