Chapter 47

Chapter Forty-seven

Jenna's POV

The hurricane roars harder, a monstrous wall of wind and dust that obliterates everything in its path. The humans have begun to flee the natural disaster, their weapons discarded.

I look wildly around as everyone continues to scamper towards safer grounds. The whirlwind appears targeted at the humans, whipping them in its terrifying churn, their bodies twisting and turning abnormally in the angry cone of dust and debris.

That is when I catch sight of the wolf again, the one who appears to be the instigator of this strange magic. The furious wolf stands tall, still the largest I have ever seen, with its fur fluttering against the wind.

As if the wolf can sense my gaze, it turns and its eyes, like molten silver locks with mine, and a shudder goes through me at the almost unnatural sight. And suddenly, I became aware of who this is.

Zephyr.

Relief washes through me when he gives an almost imperceptible nod of recognition, and I break into a run toward