Rhyson
Desperately, I looked at Tessa. She and I were the only wolves still standing. If I went after Nyx, I’d be leaving her, along with three wounded wolves. I couldn’t do that.
But I also couldn’t let that creature take Nyx.
“I’ll get them conscious. Go. We’ll follow your tracks,” Tessa ordered. I was still torn. “Damn it, Rhyson, go. If he wanted her dead, he would have killed her immediately. He wants something else. You know that. Don’t let it happen. Bring her back. I can protect them here.”
Letting my wolf take over, I turned and raced after Nyx. The monster was f*****g bigger than it should have been, but it left a trail that was beyond easy to follow.
How had this creature managed to sneak up on us anyway?
We’d been tracking a wild boar when Juniper was plucked up and tosse
