He ran, the sound of his boots echoing through the eerie silence. His heart pounded in his chest, but as he reached out for her, the figure dissolved into the fog, slipping away as if she was nothing but a trick of the light.
He stopped, his breath catching in his throat. The fog swirled around him, and suddenly, a voice whispered from somewhere nearby, soft and haunting, almost like it was carried on the wind.
"You could die anytime now," the voice said, as if it was speaking right into his ear, though he was alone. "And this time, he won't be able to bring you back. Not like before."
The Alpha's blue eyes widened.
He won't be able to bring me back? Like before? The words rattled in his mind.
Is she talking about Ryley? Clyde's thoughts raced, his mind immediately drawn to that name.
