Ravensblood Forest salt grasping

crowell whirled on him the moment he heard steps—eyes wild, breath ragged, fur bristling like a struck match.
fuck off, blackbeard barks. his teeth snapping air between them before he tore away again, crashing through the trees with reckless abandon.
she’s mine! came the shout, thrown like a curse over his shoulder. and then he was gone—racing for the sea.
where else would she go? his little siren. the water called her.

exit crowell