Draven

The trees thinned near the eastern ridge, her scent intensifying. My wolf snarled, sensing more than demon. Then I saw her—collapsed, small, wrapped in rags and mud. My steps faltered. Mate. The bond hit like a blade. My wolf lunged inside me. She lifted her head. Fear flooded her as wings snapped around her. “Stop!” Garrik, my beta, shouted, but too late. The pack surrounded her. She flinched, panicked. I stepped forward. “You—” She recoiled. My hands curled. What the... what happened to her?