Maya's POV
Three weeks. That's how long I'd been running, fighting, surviving in the wilderness between pack territories. Three weeks since I'd disappeared into the forest. Three weeks since I'd become something more than human, more than wolf. Three weeks since I'd become a legend.
I crouched in the branches of an ancient oak tree, watching another tracking party pass below. Twelve wolves, mixed scents, some Blackwood, some from the pack I'd encountered that first night, and some from territories I didn't even recognize. They were all looking for me.
"The Silver Death," they called me now. Whispered the name in fear around their campfires. Told stories about the girl with glowing silver eyes who could tear through a dozen warriors without breaking a sweat.
Some of the stories were tru
