Juliette’s POV
The night air bit at my skin, sharp as a blade, as I raced through the dense forest surrounding the Blackridge Wolves’ territory. Every branch and stone was a blur beneath my feet, every instinct screaming danger. My heart hammered, not just from exertion but from the gnawing fear that Dorian had been taken. The shadows of the trees seemed to twist unnaturally, echoing the chaos that the intruder had unleashed at the rink.
Bryan’s voice had barely reached me over the storm of my thoughts. He was securing the rest of the pack, keeping them safe from stragglers and attackers, while I chased the one thing that mattered most. My Omega senses pulsed, sharp and desperate, stretching out like tendrils through the night. I could feel him—Dorian—but also the intruder, lurking, invi
