The air in the dining hall had barely settled when a sharp, chilling instinct rippled through me—a warning from my wolf.
A heartbeat later, Eryx moved.
It happened too fast. Too fast to think, too fast to react properly. One moment, we were discussing Deyanira and the next, I saw a flash of steel glinting under the candlelight.
Someone lunged at me.
I twisted on instinct, my chair scraping against the floor as I moved. A blade, sleek and sharp, cut through the space where my neck had been only seconds before.
Eryx snarled.
A body crashed into me, sending me toppling backwards. The world spun, the scent of iron thick in the air. My wolf surged forward, a snarl ripping from my throat as I braced myself to fight.
But Eryx was faster.