Arthur’s wolf tore through undergrowth, dark fur slicing between trees with lethal grace. Behind him, his warriors followed in formation, spreading instinctively into a hunting arc. No howls, Just the thunder of controlled pursuit.
He went straight for the eastern boundary again, the place where Silver’s scent had died.
He slowed only when he reached it, paws pressing into the earth where her trail had stopped as if the world itself had decided she no longer existed.
He shifted back, chest rising steadily despite the violence clawing beneath it.
“Mark the radius,” he ordered.
Three wolves peeled off, circling outward in widening loops. Tomas remained beside him, eyes scanning the tree line.
“Nothing has changed,” Tomas muttered.
Arthur stepped forward, and crossed the boundary. He f
