Arkai's massive black wolf form tore through the capital estate. He crashed through the grand foyer, his claws gouging deep furrows into the marble floors that had been polished to a mirror shine only hours before.
The towering double doors at the main entrance splintered beneath his weight as he shouldered through them, shards of reinforced wood scattering across the manicured gardens beyond.
He didn't slow or look back. The guards stationed at the perimeter shouted in alarm, but he was already past them, a blur of shadow, his howl splitting the quiet night.
Cecilia launched herself from the ruined doorway, her telekinesis surging beneath her like a second pulse. The mana she drew from the bonds she shared with her three husbands surged, lifted her into the air, propelling her forward.
"Arkai!" she screamed, but he didn't turn. He just kept running, almost across the courtyard, and she kept chasing, the gap between them never quite closing.
