Lane Conlay’s POV
Reinforcements would arrive anytime soon—Lane knew that with absolute certainty. Before escaping her packhouse, she had sent urgent, coded messages to her former classmates from the High Academy. These weren't just ordinary academic peers; these were the warriors who had awakened their wolves alongside her, who had run beneath the silver moonlight with her, and who knew the true, terrifying depth of her hidden strength. She knew that out of profound loyalty to her and the Conlay name, they would eventually come.
By the second day of her relentless trek north, a heavy, freezing blanket of snow began to fall from the gray skies. Undeterred by the bitter cold, Lane continued her journey, her massive silver paws pounding against the icy earth. She deliberately took the isol
