Trapped in the Dark
The scent of blood tainted the air after they left Rowan's territory, rowan looked like a lost puppy while battling with himself about whom to choose between his mate and his pack.
Rowan crouched low, his breathing harsh and uneven as he pressed his back against the jagged stone wall of the cave. The only source of light came from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the narrow entrance, illuminating dust and smoke curling in the air.
Beside him, Caleb was equally still, knife gripped in his bloodstained hand, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. They had barely made it inside before the rogues swarmed them, cutting them off from the rest of Rowan’s pack. Now, the howls outside grew louder, echoing through the cavern like a warning.
They were surrounded
