Avery’s POV
The chaos eventually drew to a close. But with the way my heart was pounding, blood rushing in my ears, I hardly noticed at all.
I paced my tent, wringing my hands as the camp went quiet. My mind raced.
Had Gideon come for me after all? That letter he sent—was it a decoy? A distraction to keep Asher from acting before I was rescued?
Or was it something else?
I hardly dared to hope that help had come, but my heart wandered anyway. I kept looking at the door, imagining that Gideon—or someone, anyone—might come walking through that tent flap. That the wolf shadow standing sentry would eventually be met with a violent and brutal end and that my rescuer would come for me.
But that never happened.
Eventually, as the camp stopped echoing with the sounds of battle and the alarm
