The forest was alive with the sound of pursuit. The howls of Marcus's wolves echoed through the trees, getting closer with every step. Kael moved swiftly, his body taut with tension as he led Lyra deeper into the shadows. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor, but it wasn't enough to guide them. They were running blind—away from Marcus, away from the danger that stalked them through the night.
Lyra's legs burned with exhaustion, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the heat of Kael's presence beside her, his pace relentless, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep up. Her body ached, the bruises from her capture still raw, but the adrenaline kept her moving.
