SELIN'S POV.
The world was noise and teeth and shadows. I didn't know where to look, where to breathe, where to put my fear. Everything moved too fast. Something lunged at me, something else roared, and the air shook the way storms shook old village windows.
I didn't think, I couldn't think. And then I saw him.
Not Draven. Not the quiet, brooding, infuriating man I had argued with.
A beast—massive, dark, furious, tearing into the attacking wolves with a violence that didn't seem possible. His claws were a blur. His teeth snapped through flesh like it was nothing at all. Every sound he made vibrated through my bones.
