Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

With a furious snarl, I threw my arms out before us and an explosion of dirt tore up and away from us to reveal the dark sky overhead and the enormous Storm Dragon who was soaring through the clouds there too.

“We won’t hurt you,” I promised him as he looked around at us and we all continued to run. “We just want to be free.” “Me too,” he gasped as he ran. “Free of this hell forever.”

“I love you, little pup. But you’ve gotta do something for me.” I held onto her for a moment longer as pain scored along my spine and I swore I was going to be torn apart if I didn’t let go of her. “Don’t come back for me.”

With a flash of magic, we were whipped into the stars and tugged away form Darkmore Penitentiary to our freedom. Not that any of that mattered now.

I knew what it was. I recognised this part of me as my Order. My Lion. They were taking my fucking Lion.