Modric’s POV
Mary Ann’s panic struck through the mate bond before I saw the smoke.
One moment, I was moving through the trees behind Kylian, following the narrow ravine toward the hunting shelter. The next, terror slammed into my chest so violently that I stopped breathing.
Not fear of danger approaching.
Fear of being trapped.
Heat followed it.
Smoke.
My wolf surged forward.
“Something happened,” I said.
Kylian had already sensed the change in me.
We abandoned the hidden path and ran directly toward the shelter.
The first flames appeared beneath the eastern wall. Orange light flickered through the cracks in the wood while thick smoke curled from the roof.
The door had been sealed with a metal bar from outside.
Marek’s warriors rushed from the northern ridge, but I reached the
