Kane
The moon hung low as we moved through the dense forest. Seven wolves, each a shadow against the dark landscape. My wolf prowled internally, restless and protective.
The forest breathed around us, ancient trees watching our silent progression. Seven wolves moving as one, each step calculated, each breath controlled. My wolf was a restless spirit inside me, torn between the mission and the mate I'd left behind.
Marcus, our most experienced tracker, moved with a grace that belied his age. He'd been with my pack for decades, a living legend among our warriors. "We'll reach the forest's edge by dawn," he whispered, his voice barely a rustle against the night's silence.
I nodded, my senses alert. Every rustle, every distant sound could be a threat.
"Alpha," Ethan, our youngest warrior
