I fall.
But only for a second.
Sharp teeth clamp around my ankle, making me scream with pain, but also with relief, because I know without those teeth, I'd still be on my way to the bottom of this cliff.
I try to ignore the increasing pain in my ankle, knowing from the liquid sliding down my leg that I'm bleeding, as one slow inch at a time, I'm dragged backward.
Finally, with my body mostly on the ground, desperation takes over, giving me the strength I need to propel myself the rest of the way.
With my breath nothing more than heavy pants, I roll over. And come face to face with a large blond wolf with blue eyes.
Surprise holds me immobile because the last person I ever expected to save me would be my former mate.
Neither of us moves. While shock has me frozen, I'm not sure what Kieran's excuse is.
I last saw him two months ago, and he was trying to kill Lucian—and probably me as well. But now he's here to save me?
