The Hollow Pines had become a nightmare.
The mist clung to the trees like an oppressive veil, and Sera could feel the eyes of the wolves closing in from all directions. She ran, her breath ragged in her chest, her legs burning with each step as she pushed herself harder. The ground beneath her was uneven, the roots of the trees tangled like serpents, trying to trip her, to drag her back into the jaws of the pack.
Caelum was ahead of her, his wings cutting through the fog with lethal precision. He was faster than she could ever hope to be, his form a blur of silver light. He looked back only once, his gaze locking with hers, but there was no time to speak—no time to ask for anything. They were on their own now.
Sera stumbled, barely catching herself before she fell, and in that split sec
