Nicholas soared through the night sky, his wings catching the moonlight in a mesmerizing dance. The air was cool against his skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. Below, the world lay silent and still, lost in the embrace of night.
Leading the werewolves off their trail had been more challenging than he'd anticipated. He'd used every trick in the book, every twist and turn, to throw them off. Now he only hoped that Laura had managed to stop the bleeding so they could leave for a safer spot.
Logan had caused trouble by trespassing in their territory last time, so Nicholas wasn't keen on bringing him home. As long as the old wolf survived, his mother would take notice of his growth.
Landing near the cave, Nicholas felt a sense of unease. The air seemed charged with tension, a
