Imogene’s POV
Everything felt heavy. My bones, my thoughts, my heart. Especially my heart.
The Supreme Alpha ritual had taken so much energy out of me—chanting, blessings, binding, ancestral calls, and the bitter ceremonial blood that still lingered on my tongue like venom.
I was supposed to be resting, celebrating the binding of strength and blood. Instead, I was tearing through the forest with nothing but desperation in a search for my son.
I could feel the weight of every decision I had made today pounding through my veins accompanied by my blood as my body screamed at me to stop, but my mind kept whispering the opposite—he’s out there. Find him. Don’t stop.
I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
My legs trembled as I ran. My breaths came in uneven bursts. The world tilted slightly, th
