LYCANDRA’S POV.
Branches clawed at my arms as I dragged Sierra through the darkness of the forest. Behind us snarls echoed between the trees along with the pounding of paws against the damp earth. They were gaining. “Keep moving!” I snapped over my shoulder as Sierra stumbled behind me.
The moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy above us, leaving the forest drowned in shadows and silver streaks of light. The air smelled of pine, wet earth, blood and smoke drifting from the battle still raging back at the pack house.
My chest burned. Not from exhaustion. From fear. Fear for my pack. Fear for my mate. Fear for my children. But most of all… Fear for Sierra.
A howl erupted somewhere to our left and Sierra flinched violently. I tightened my grip on her wrist and pulled her around a fa
