Page 127 of Full Moon
Reaching out, I cup the left side of her face, my thumb grazing the tail end of the scar. This time she knew what to do, how to fight it and win. It makes me wonder exactly how much is instinct or genetic memory. We've survived this time, but the danger is far from over.
Torben turns, cradling Feray's bag against his chest. "We salvaged everything we could from the SUV." The egg survived against all odds.
"What did we lose?" I manage to ask, my voice rough. Khal helps me sit up. The sudden movement sends a wave of dizziness through me.
Feray shifts, her form blurring as she steps away, her eyes locked on me with an intensity that sends a chill down my spine. She tilts her head, studying me with a calculating gaze.
"Nothing of importance," she says, her voice as cold and sharp as the ice she can conjure. There's a new edge to her tone, a bite that wasn't there before. This attack has pushed her past her breaking point. She's furious, and I can feel the powersimmering just beneath her skin, waiting to be unleashed. Her family was targeted. Now she's ready to strike back.
I watch as she takes her pack from Torben, her fingers brushing his hand briefly before she opens it and checks the egg. Her eyes flick over it, ensuring it's intact, before she slips it carefully back into the bag. Her expression is unreadable, but the storm brewing behind her eyes is impossible to miss. Without a word, Feray turns and walks off, shifting seamlessly as she goes, her form dissolving into the sleek, lethal shape of her wolf.
She's going to hunt,my dragon murmurs, his voice tinged with both admiration and concern.
I glance over my shoulder, catching Easton's gaze. He nods, understanding immediately. With a quick shift, he takes to the air in his phoenix form, his flames subdued—just a shimmer of heat as he follows her into the night. Feray's not in a good place. The darkness she's carrying needs an outlet. She can't be left alone. Not now. Not when her fury burns as fiercely as the ice she commands.
