Nyx's Pov
The forest was a blur.
Branches tore at my sides as I ran, my paws thudding against the damp earth. My breath came in sharp bursts, each one burning in my lungs. The cold air bit at my fur, but I pushed harder, faster, because every second that passed felt like a piece of Caspian slipping further away from me.
My limbs were heavy, the long run wearing on me, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. Not when the full moon’s light shone so bright above me, making my wolf restless and my chest tight with dread.
I knew.
I knew no good would come out of that party.
The scent of pine and wet soil filled my nose, but beneath it, far away, there was something sharper. Something was wrong. The wind shifted, and I caught it, blood. Wolves. Fear.
My heart slammed harder.
I prayed under
