12: BLOOD FOR A BOND

AYLA – POV

The rogue stepped from the trees like he'd been waiting all night.

His grin was sharp, hungry. His scent was thick with poison and iron. And when his gaze dropped to my neck, I felt it like a claw dragging across my skin.

"You smell like prophecy," he said, licking his teeth. "Like moonlight and old bones."

Kael moved to step in front of me.

I grabbed his arm.

"No."

The rogue tilted his head. "Let the little queen speak."

"I'm not yours to claim," I said.

"Didn't say I'd claim you. Said I'd take what's in you?"

The trees fell quiet. Even the birds stilled.

Rylan had vanished into the shadows behind us. Watching. Ready. But this was my stand to make.

My wolf bristled, furious. She placed just behind my ribs, snarling to be set free.

I didn't hold her back.

The rogue came fast.

Faster than I expected.