The gray, suffocating light of dawn hadn't even broken through the thick canopy when Demetrius’s hand gently shook my shoulder.
"Time to move, little wolf," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against the morning chill.
I blinked awake, shivering slightly as I pulled away from his residual body heat. True to their word, the elite guards moved like well-oiled machinery. By the time I stepped out of the tent, the camp was already entirely dismantled, leaving virtually no trace that eight Lycans and a Lunar Mage had slept there. Athena handed me a strip of dried meat and a skin of fresh water, her eyes offering a sharp, knowing nod.
"We move now," Demetrius commanded, his duster swirling around his ankles as he checked his compass. His pitch-black eyes scanned the dense, fog-cho
