“We need to move faster!” Draven's sharp command cut through the forest's silence, his voice heavy with urgency.
“I’m doing my best,” I snapped, leaping over a fallen tree trunk. My lungs burned, but I pushed on. The Bloodmoon Pack's territory loomed ahead, its towering gates a beacon in the fading light.
Draven slowed just enough to run beside me, his dark eyes flickering with concern. “I can carry you.”
“I don’t need you to carry me,” I shot back, ignoring the ache in my legs.
He grunted, clearly biting back a retort. Typical Alpha.
As we reached the clearing, a wave of howls erupted. The pack stood assembled near the gates, their faces alight with relief and triumph. They had thought of us lost after the ambush in the eastern woods.
Draven’s Beta, Kael, pushed through
