With a nod to Lorcan and Fenrys, Rowan shifted, a hawk instantly soaring over the walls. Lorcan looked to Fenrys. Found the male bristling. Aware of the change beyond the walls. It was time. “We finish this together,” Fenrys snarled, and shifted as well, a white wolf leaping clean off the battlements and into the city streets below. Toward the gate. Lorcan glanced at the castle, where he knew Elide was watching. He said his silent farewell, sending what remained of his heart on the wind to the woman who had saved him in every way that mattered.
