Noah.
The heavy double doors of the pack house slammed open against the stone walls as I burst inside, my boots skidding across the polished marble floor.
"Get out of the way!" I roared, my voice echoing off the high-arched ceilings of the main foyer. Servants and guards scattered instantly, clearing a direct path toward the lower wing.
My arms were trembling violently, the muscles in my back and shoulders tearing with every step I took. The wolfsbane lingering in my blood felt like liquid acid, but I shoved the agony down into the pit of my stomach. I couldn't drop her. I couldn't stumble.
Maria's head hung loosely against my chest, her skin cold, her breaths so faint I could barely feel the warm air brushing against my collarbone.
