The air was thick with damp earth and the scent of pine as Selina, Kiera, and the small group of ex-pack members moved through the dense forest. Morning light filtered weakly through the trees, casting shifting shadows along the narrow trails. Every step felt heavy with purpose—finding Zane was no longer just an option. It was the only way to stop Roman.
Selina led the way, her senses sharp, scanning every rustling branch. The time she had spent among rogues had taught her well—she knew how they moved, how they hunted, how they concealed their tracks. If Roman wanted Zane gone, then he would be searching too. And if Roman was searching, he would leave a trail.
Kiera walked beside her, adjusting the strap of her weapon. “You really think he’s still alive?”
Selina didn’t hesitate. “I know
