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step.
Wearing him out, wearing him down. Cairn
knew the cost of severing the blood oath.
Knew he had only to wait it out before Fenrys
was dead.
Fenrys knew it, too.
He charged, teeth snapping for Cairn’s
throat as his paws swiped for the male’s shins.
Aelin grabbed the poker, planted her heels,
and drove the rod upward. It strained against
the heated links in the chain, and she shoved
and shoved her feet downward, her arms
buckling.
Cairn and Fenrys rolled, and Aelin gritted
her teeth, bellowing.
The chain between her legs snapped.
It was all she needed.
She scrambled to her feet, but halted.
Fenrys, pinned by Cairn, met her gaze.
Snarled in warning and command.