Phantom Hollow you can run

He slept—his dreams elusive and shrouded, but it was a sweet and alluring voice that pulled him from them. If it had been a demon that had attacked him in the ashen forest, it was an angel that found him now, and Akavir remained uncertain of her actual existence, or a figment of his imagination.

He made to shift himself at her quiet suggestion, a rumble of pain hissing past his teeth before he exhaled sharply, adjusting to the pain. Champagne eyes grazed over her skeptically, his body giving another quiver from the searing pain from his haunch. “Who are you?” His tone was scratchy—a huff of air as his ears remained flattened to his skull.