Relief flashed through Nova at the sound of her mate. The jungle was charged with his energy, the animals fearful, fleeing, the remaining eagles wary, but Nova welcomed the force they dreaded, the raw might of him that steadied her heart.
That relief, however, was short-lived as she remembered how far away Yoa was, and the dire sitatuation they were all in. She hadn't even glimpsed into what was happening with him. There had been no time to think past surviving Ixana.
And she was barely surviving. Nova knew the woman was toying with her. Her arrogance clearly was what helped her stay alive for this long.
Talons swiped out, grazing past Nova's cheek. Her distraction almost cost her more than a graze. The force of those talons had unravelled the rest of her hair from the half-up hair style she'd kept it in.
Ixana was so close to her now, remaining so intimidatingly close, the warmth of her breath ghosted along her face.
