Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

She was down—her life could be forfeit to him now. She would retaliate somehow, sure—but with barely fur to protect her, it would be so easy to do extensive damage in her vulnerable position.

But if he had been keen on killing anyone for these trespasses and antics, it would have been the red-eyed wolf he had thrown in the creek. And while it was possible the cowboy hadn’t survived from drowning or the rough currents, Akavir had wiped his hands clean of it—he had allowed nature to determine the man’s fate.

His eyes burned with contempt, stepping aside so the dog could get up—and snapping at her heels as she ran, not making contact, he would drive her in the beginning direction of where Indra was likely resting now—and after checking Arric over swiftly for the moment, he then took after her—ensuring she simply got the girl and got the hell out of the creek.