Chapter 15 · The Order in Gold

"Get down!" Rayne slammed me into the side of the supply wagon before the first arrow struck.

It punched through the canvas where my head had been.

A second arrow hit the soldier behind us. He dropped with a wet grunt, both hands flying to his throat.

"Ambush!" someone shouted. "North ridge! Move the convoy!"

Rayne kept one arm across my chest. His body covered mine, hard and hot through two layers of wool. Pine smoke clung to his coat. Beneath it, I caught the sharp, maddening scent of him.

My wolf recognized it before my brain did.

Mine.

I shoved his arm away. "Get off me."

"You want to get shot?"

"I want to see what I'm fighting."

His eyes cut to mine. Gray. Cold. Too focused for a man with arrows flying around his soldiers.

"You don't get to fight anything until I know the pup is yours."

The words hit harder than the attack.

"You picked now to bring that up?"

"You picked now to hide the truth."

Another arrow cracked against the wagon wheel.