AYLA'S POV
The gorge swallowed the sound of Nico's scream, bouncing it off the frozen walls until I couldn't tell which direction it came from. My lungs burned with cold and panic, and the bond between Kael and me pulsed ragged, laced with his fury.
Kael's voice was low and lethal, the growl of his wolf bleeding into every word. "She has him. She's close. I can smell her."
Rylan crouched at the edge of the ice shelf, scanning the dark chasm below. His breath clouded in the bitter wind. "And she wants you to follow. This reeks of a trap."
Kael's head snapped toward him, golden eyes sharp enough to cut. "I don't care if it's a trap. She took my blood, my heart, my heir. I'll rip her to pieces and burn her wolves to ash."
"Then you'll die, and she'll win," Rylan said flatly, though his knives were already in his hands. "We play this smart, or we don't play at all."
