Panic flared in me. I didn't need to ask. I already knew this wolf was definitely a bad news.
"Damien," Kaleb breathed. "What do you think you're doing?"
The moment the name left Kaleb's lips, the wolf's lips curled in something almost resembling amusement.
Then it moved.
Fast.
It was heading straight for me.
Kaleb yanked his horse around, positioning himself between us. "Go!" he barked at me. "Ride, Your Grace—"
But before he could finish, the dark figures lurking in the trees moved as one. A group of wolves launched at him, cutting him off, their teeth sinking into his arms, forcing him into a separate fight as he slowly shifted into his wolf form.
The horse I rode suddenly reared, its body trembling in panic. I barely had time to react before it bucked hard, throwing me off. My hands grasped at the reins, but it was no use.