Nicole's Pov
Grace and I race through the dense forest, our paws pounding the earth as we sprint toward the safety of the pack grounds. The adrenaline from the attack still coursing through our veins, driving us to push harder, faster, until the familiar scent of the territory reaches us.
As we break through the treeline and into the open grounds of the pack's main area, our pace slows. Our wolves, exhausted but alert, comes to a stop near the central clearing. Grace stops looking around us, her wolf senses scanning for any lingering threats. Satisfied that we are safe, she finds a tree to cover us, turning her focus to me.
My sleek white wolf form is visibly trembling, my wide eyes darting around nervously. It was clear the fight and the frantic run for safety had taken a toll on me.
