Chapter 4: A Touch Like Fire

The grim resolve in Lycan’s eyes was a blade twisting in my gut. The moment of shocked connection after our accidental touch was gone, replaced by the brutal reality. He was going to fight. For real. Because if he didn’t, Fenrir’s archers would finish the job. I saw the shift in his muscles a second before he moved. It wasn't an attack aimed at me, but a explosive surge forward, low and fast. I braced for an impact that never came. Instead of striking me, his body collided with mine, his...