"Theo." Her voice was a mix of fear and relief.
However, his growls didn't stop; instead, his face moved closer. She grimaced and pressed her head to the uneven ground. She could smell the earth and nearby plants, but the smell of blood on his breath was more overwhelming.
His breath was hot against her face. A glob of saliva landed on her cheek as he stood over her. She was sure this was Theo, but he wasn't acting like he recognized her.
The wolves that had come with him rushed past her on the ground and after her father's men. He didn't join the chase; he just hovered with a dark look in his eyes that slowly turned sinister.
She shut her eyes. She could no longer hear the sounds of the wolves chasing her, and she wondered if Keenan's men had caught them or if they had fled.
