Lorraine's POV
"Kieran!!!"
My scream tore through the crumbling air as the sound of his body smashing against the wall roared in my ears. The entire side of the building cracked... collapsed, bricks and stone falling like thunder. Dust flew up in thick choking clouds.
I didn't think. I ran.
But before I could reach him, the Ghosthound turned toward me. Her hair swayed in wild sheets of blonde, her eyes silver-bright and terrifying. She stepped forward, her hand rising.
My body tensed, my wolf howled in my chest, but Adrian reached out and caught her wrist midair.
"It's okay for now, Aveline," he said, calm as if this wasn't all falling apart. "Let's go."
He turned to me then, his eyes gleaming, a twisted mockery of the friend I once knew.
"You're not even ready for what's coming, Lorraine," he said. "But when you are… if you ever feel like switching sides… you know you're always welcome with me."
Then he and the Ghosthound were gone, vanished in a streak of wind and silence.
