Tion's POV
The night air hit me like a cold blade when I finally stepped out of the war room. The moon hung low in the sky, fat and silver, casting a pale light over the compound. The world was quiet, but the quiet wasn’t still… it was alive with the sounds of night.
I moved through the forest with the ease of someone who had hunted both prey and men. Each sound was catalogued in my mind… the rustle of a squirrel in the underbrush, the distant hoot of an owl and even the whisper of wind through the tree branches.
I followed her scent. Subtle but distinct, threaded with the clean smell of pine and the faintest trace of wildflowers. My wolf caught it instantly, urging me forward.
She was near the eastern ridge, just as Dante had told me and by the time I got there, the world had narrowe
