TRINITY'S POV
As soon as the words left my lips, the Wolf King’s legs buckled beneath him. I clapped my hands over my ears as a terrible howl clambered up his throat, his head thrown back to reveal the thick, cording muscles of his neck. The sound seared into my chest like a hot poker. A scream bloomed inside my lungs, but my lips refused to release it. Fear still controlled me, and I hated my own weakness. I was at its mercy, just as I had been when he came for me.
Suddenly, I was back there, walking down that lonely strip of desert road. My feet hurt from working all day at the market, but that didn’t slow their pace as I headed for home. I’d never liked walking alone after dark, but Shízhé’é (my father) had taken our truck to work at a construction site in Tupa City, and he wouldn’
