It started with a wolf.

Prologue.

Rhys.

The wolf’s gaze lingered on us. He was alone. That surprised me. He circled us, each revolution bringing him a few inches closer. I thought about making a run for it, but Ella wouldn’t be able to keep up. I could carry her. But then the wolf would have us both. The wolf stopped. Adrenaline seeped through my veins. I chucked Ella over my shoulder, the only thing on my mind ‘Save her.’ My legs buckled under her weight. She cried out in pain. The wolf had bitten her. I didn’t know what to do. Instinct mixed with adrenaline had me on the wolf’s back in seconds, forcing him off and away from her. I clamped my hand around the wolf’s jaw, uncertain where this sudden strength had come from. I forced my leg under his and jammed it back, creating a stomach turning snap. The wolf whimpered. He became limp under my grasp. I rushed back to Ella’s side. She was just a bloody angel in my weak arms.

After that, Ella was never allowed to see me again.