Chapter 52 : The Heart Remembers
Al’s POV
Right after that scene, we ran—no hesitation, no backward glance. Just the sound of our paws hitting the earth and the wind clawing past us.
The forest tore by in a blur of silver and shadow. Moonlight streaked through the canopy, flashing across our coats as we sprinted between the trees. Every breath was a blade of cold air in my lungs, sharp enough to sting. Pine needles crunched underfoot, and the ground dipped and rose like a living thing beneath us.
I didn’t know these paths anymore. The turns, the scents, the hidden ridges that once lived in my memory—all blurred now, swallowed by fog. My mind was still a fractured mirror, reflecting pieces of a life I couldn’t quite grasp. But my instincts whispered one thing:
Trust him.
Ruby.
He ran
