Cara
The forest seemed to hold its breath as we crossed it. The silence wasn’t peace—it was the kind that comes when every living thing senses a storm and hides before it breaks.
Jace walked ahead of me, shirt ripped, skin streaked with blood and ash, his shoulders taut with lethal purpose. He hadn’t spoken since we left the catacombs, but his energy told me everything. His wolf prowled just beneath his skin, claws itching, eyes already burning with the battle to come.
Every step toward the pack house, the bond between us pulled tighter—wild and throbbing, full of need and fury and something softer that scared me more than all of this: faith. Faith in me. Faith in us.
The demon’s ash still clung to my hands, though Maeve had whispered cleansing spells over us before sending us away. It
