The forest stretched endlessly around Selina and Kiera, shrouded in mist that clung to the towering trees like ghosts from the past. Every step they took was measured, their boots pressing into damp earth softened by the weight of morning dew. The distant hoot of an owl echoed above them, a lone call in the silence. They moved swiftly, blending with the shadows, their breath visible in the crisp dawn air.
Behind them, the rogue camp was nothing more than a flickering glow swallowed by the thick fog. Roman’s plan was already in motion, and once he struck his final blow, Zane’s pack wouldn’t just fall—it would be erased.
Selina’s heartbeat pounded in her ears, her thoughts racing as she followed Kiera deeper into the woods. The weight of past choices clung to her shoulders like chains. If
