The wind howled in his ears as he ran. Thorne tore through the forest, his massive black wolf form a blur between the trees. His paws slammed into the dirt, faster, faster. He had to get to her.
As he neared the market, he faltered in his steps when he heard it. A sharp, piercing scream that wrecked through the air. The birds flew above, scared.
Thorne's heart stopped for a second, his body raging with anger. No, no, no, no.
A growl ripped from his throat as he lunged forward with fury. He tore into the market, eyes wild with fury. The place was in chaos.
The square was in shambles. People stumbled over each other, resulting in a stampede. Stalls overturned, baskets trampled, screams echoing in every direction. People ran in every direction, some bleeding, some crying. Children clutched to mothers, men shouting orders that no one listened to.
It was carnage.
Thorne's gaze tore through the chaos, blood rushing through his veins. Adina. Where are you?
