The storm hadn’t let up in hours.
Rain slashed through the trees like a thousand knives, soaking Selene to the bone as she sprinted through the forest. Branches whipped at her arms, tearing at her cloak, but she didn’t stop—not when her instincts screamed danger, not when her gut told her this was more than just another ambush.
This was a trap.
She could feel it in her bones.
The river below roared like it was alive, swollen from the storm. The path she ran twisted along a cliff’s edge, slick and treacherous, and one wrong step would send her plummeting into the darkness. Still, she ran.
She wasn’t alone.
Behind her, she heard them—footfalls too heavy for wolves, too fast for humans. They didn’t call out. No taunts. No howls. Just silence and pursuit. The kind that meant death.
Kade
