Chapter 32
Tristan’s POV
The forest swallowed us whole.
Moonlight filtered through the canopy in silver ribbons, catching on fur, on breath, on blood. The night was alive with the sounds of pursuit — pounding paws, snapping branches, the low growls of wolves that hunted with purpose.
We moved in formation, silent and lethal.
Mark led — golden fur streaked with dirt and blood, every muscle honed for dominance.
Leo flanked left, his movements controlled, deliberate, his aura pulsing like a steady drumbeat anchoring us all.
Rhael darted ahead, fast and unpredictable, his dark wolf weaving between trees like a shadow made flesh.
And me — silver and smoke — bringing up the rear, scanning the flanks, my senses wide open.
The rogue trail was easy to follow — chaos always left its scent b
