The woman in his arms belonged to another man, was on fire from the inside, and was currently half conscious. Three problems he was choosing to address in reverse order.
The heat that poured off her skin blistered against his jaw. His wolf was restless. And somewhere south of them, through miles of jungle, was the one man in the world Nicholas needed and hated in equal measure.
His Beta lifted his nose, searching for Drakencrest's signature.
A faint nod. South. Faint, but there.
Nicholas adjusted her weight in his arms and moved.
The jungle was dense enough to punish speed.
"Hold on, Guinevere. Stay with me."
The dark blur came from the left.
