The forest stretched around Selina and Kiera, shrouded in mist, the towering trees muffling every sound except the faint rustle of leaves beneath their boots. They moved swiftly, silent as shadows, with only the distant hoot of an owl marking their passage. The rogue camp was far behind them now, its fires reduced to a faint glow swallowed by the thick morning fog.
They had little time.
Roman’s plan was already in motion, and the moment he made his final move, Zane’s pack wouldn’t just fall—it would be erased.
Selina’s heartbeat drummed in her ears as she followed Kiera deeper into the woods, her mind racing with the possibilities. If Zane’s former packmates had survived the last raid and remained hidden, then there was still a chance to fight back. But rallying them wouldn’t be easy. N
