Western Territory, Edge of the Nightshade Border
“Ryan! They’re still on our tail!” Seoras shouted through the mind-link, his voice hoarse and uneven with gasps.
Ryan didn’t answer. He sprinted through the forest, movements fast and silent like a shadow.
Blood dripped from his shoulder, but his eyes remained sharp, glowing gold beneath the pale moonlight.
A black wolf leapt from the left, jaws wide open.
Ryan spun swiftly, slashing with his silver dagger that now shimmered with a faint blue light.
The wolf howled in agony, crashing into a tree before falling silent.
“Go farther, Seoras!” Ryan roared, his voice echoing through the misty night. “You’re not far enough!”
“I’m not leaving you behind, Alpha!” Seoras’s rough voice replied from a distance. He ran on a parallel path, duckin
