Mason’s POV
My paws hit the ground before my mind caught up.
I ran, tearing through fog and branches, every beat of my heart syncing with her name.
The trees bent in the wind, the Moon’s glow spilling between them like liquid silver.
She was close, too close to whatever that light was.
And I could feel it, the bond, stretching, twisting, alive with danger.
“Mason! Wait…”
Raven’s voice cut through the chaos behind me.
I glanced back once.
She was there, breaking through the fog, her cloak snapping like a shadow in motion.
Her eyes locked on me, fierce and unyielding.
Of course she’d followed. She’d never let me run into hell alone.
“Stay back!” I growled.
She ignored me. “Try stopping me!”
Typical Raven.
We crashed deeper into the forest, the air thick with static, silver dus
