The moon hung low in the sky, casting pale light over the forest as Kael stalked through the underbrush, his senses sharp and his body coiled with tension. Every breath of wind, every rustle of leaves heightened his awareness. His wolf prowled just beneath the surface, itching to be set free, to hunt.
But this wasn't a matter of instinct alone. This was about strategy. If he made one wrong move, if he underestimated Marcus or allowed his emotions to cloud his judgment, it wouldn't just be Lyra he'd lose—it would be everything.
The pack had scattered to different parts of the forest, searching for any trace of Marcus's whereabouts, but Kael knew this was no ordinary search. Marcus was far too cunning to leave an obvious trail. He would be deep in hiding, using his magic, his cunning, to cover his tracks. But Kael was determined. He would find him. He had to.
