Wyatt and Jayce bolted through the dense forest in wolf form, their paws pounding against the earth, scattering leaves and dirt. The moonlight barely pierced the thick canopy above, casting eerie shadows around them. Wyatt, limping from his injuries, stumbled into a clearing and collapsed, his heavy breathing echoing in the silence.
Jayce slowed to a halt, his ears twitching as he scanned the area, sniffing the air for any signs of pursuit. He mind-linked Wyatt.
We’re safe. They’re not following us.
Wyatt snarled, slamming his paw into the ground in frustration. So close! His voice was filled with rage and pain. Struggling to his feet, he shifted back into his human form, clutching his ribs as he growled through gritted teeth. “We were so close! I guarantee Ryder claimed her. We failed.
