The Exiled Rogue

(Neva’s POV)

Xylia and Lyra stirred to the surface, my claws instinctively snapping out.

The air was colder than it had been moments ago. I didn’t know who or what was behind me, but I didn’t care.

I was ready to kill whoever had hurt Maude. My muscles tensed, as my body turned halfway, prepared to strike… when a soft hand touched my shoulder.

“N-Neva?”

The voice was shaky and small.

I froze, the