The cold wind howled through the trees, the night thick with tension as Kael and Lyra raced through the dense forest. The sounds of pursuit were close now—Marcus's wolves were hunting them, their snarls and growls echoing in the distance. Kael's grip on Lyra's arm was firm, his pace relentless as they weaved through the underbrush.
Lyra's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. The adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her legs moving, even though her body screamed in exhaustion. She could feel Kael's presence beside her, his intensity radiating off him like a force of nature. He hadn't spoken since they left the cave, and the silence between them was suffocating.
Her mind was a chaotic whirl of thoughts and emotions. The fear of being caught by Marcus was palpable, but so was the lingering uncertainty about Kael. She could still hear Marcus's voice in her head, taunting her. Does Kael really love you, or is he just using you?
