*~ Cyrius's POV ~*
Moving to another country is hard enough when you're human. But when you're dragging along two infants, an unconscious mate, and the whole damn Blue Moon pack hunting you like a feral animal, it's nearly impossible.
My entire body was trembling from exhaustion, but adrenaline forced me forward. The only saving grace? The babies. Those little creatures—powerful beyond their age—had compelled a maid to carry them for me while I hauled Hazel in my arms. A neat little shortcut I hadn't planned for, but damn if it didn't help.
But then I heard voices. Low, guttural, aggressive. Wolves. I knew that sound too well.
