He didn’t lunge. Instead, he dropped his center of gravity, a silent command vibrating through his spine and into my thighs. His shoulders dipped, flattening out to give me a platform.
Go.
My hands released his fur before my brain could even process the order. I slid down his side, my boots hitting the damp earth with a thud that felt loud enough to wake the dead. The instant I lost the heat of his body, the forest air felt like a sheet of ice against my skin.
The rogue’s head snapped toward the sound.
Too late.
Drake and Ellis exploded.
There was no warning howl, no cinematic snarl—just the terrifying physics of mass and speed. A blur of white and gray slammed into the rogue’s flank like a freight train. They didn't just attack; they herded, driving that filthy, patchy shape sideway
