Chapter 141

The stench of scorched earth still clung to my fur.

The cave behind us was no longer alive with Lorkas’s laughter — that twisted, mocking echo that had burrowed into my bones — but I could still feel it, a phantom sound crawling in my ears.

My breathing was heavy, white plumes of frost curling into the cold air with every exhale. Dante stood beside me, his massive Lycan form heaving with the same