CHLOE
The trek back to the pack house was heavy with silence, each of us grappling with what had just transpired. Tyler’s disappearance wasn’t a victory; it was a reprieve. The shadows in the forest seemed to watch us, their presence lingering like a phantom’s breath on the back of my neck.
Adrian led the way, his shoulders squared, but the tension in his frame betrayed his thoughts. I followed behind him, my mind racing. The sigil’s power had left a mark on me—not physical, but something deeper. I could feel its lingering essence, a faint hum beneath my skin.
By the time we reached the pack house, dawn was breaking. The soft golden light of morning did little to chase away the weight in the air. Inside, the pack members were waiting, their expressions a mix of relief and worry as they
