The wind hissed through the trees as Nyra ran as fast as she could, barefoot in the woods.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding. The cold night wasn’t helping either. Every step sent jolts of pain through her legs, yet she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t.
All she could think about was getting away.
She couldn’t stay in Blackfang’s castle while plotting revenge for her dead mother. She had to act.
And the first thing she wanted was to make sure someone like him–Alpha Kael–never found her.
The ache in her chest was unbearable. Her mind was chaos.
Nyra kept running, even when it was clear she didn’t know where she was going.
She stumbled over a rock and crashed to the ground, her foot catching on a jagged root.
“Ahh!” she gasped, clutching her ankle as hot pain pulsed throu
