Olivia’s POV
I didn’t remember falling. One minute, it was mist and mud that I was walking through, and the next I was down on my face on the cold ground, too weak to move.
"Ana?" My voice came out hoarse. “Are we… still alive?”
Barely, she murmured. You need to rest.
“I can’t. If I stop, he’ll, ”
He’s days behind you. Rest.
“I don’t think I can get up even if I wanted to,” I whispered.
Then stay low. We’re close to rogue territory.
My eyes fluttered open. “Rogues?”
Yes. Don’t draw attention.
Too late. The sound of snapping twigs made my pulse spike. Shadows emerged from the trees , five of them, rough, dirty, and carrying the kind of scent that made my wolf tense.
One of them laughed. “Look what we got here.”
“Easy pickings,” another said. “She’s alone.”
My heart raced. “Pl
