-Elias Grayson:
One second, we were breathing again, trying to come down from the chaos. The next, one of the wolves that were supposed to be dead exploded upward from the ground in a blur of matted fur and blood, launching straight at Aurelian.
Not at his chest.
Not at his shoulder.
At his throat.
My heart didn't just drop — it plummeted so violently I felt dizzy. "Aurelian!" I shouted, my voice breaking as the wolf slammed into him and knocked him backward. They both hit the ground hard, leaves and dirt scattering around them.
Its jaws snapped inches from his skin.
For one terrifying fraction of a second, I saw teeth headed straight for his throat.
But Aurelian was fast enough to move his throat away—
The wolf's fangs sank into the fabric of his mask instead of his throat.
