I would rip it open.
The Crescent Moon border rushed toward us.
The first patrol barely had time to look up.
Drake hit the nearest wolf full force.
The impact cracked ribs.
The wolf flew sideways into a tree with a wet crunch.
Another lunged from the right.
Claws raked across Drake’s shoulder.
Pain flared hot and useless.
Caelin intercepted the attacker midair.
Teeth sank into the wolf’s neck.
Blood sprayed across the snow.
Chaos exploded through the forest.
Snarls.
Bodies colliding.
The sound of bone breaking.
But I wasn’t here for them.
I was hunting one scent. His stench. It was printed in my nostrils. I would recognize him anywhere, I would find him anywhere.
Then a massive black wolf burst from the trees ahead.
Scarred.
Broad.
Old.
Jasper’s father.
The Crescent
