The forest on the edge of the Stormfang territory was alive with the sounds of the night, but to Bella, it was the sound of her own heartbeat that deafened her. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of dry leaves, sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through her veins.
She didn't know how long she had been running. Her lungs felt as though they were filled with shards of glass, and her legs ached with a deep, bone-weary fatigue that threatened to bring her to her knees. But the memory of Damien’s eyes—that terrifying, possessive glow—pushed her forward.
She wasn't running from a marriage anymore; she was running from a cage.
A sudden, sharp howl sliced through the air, chilling her to the bone. It wasn't the guttural, commanding roar of Damien, but a higher, more urgent cry. Ethan.
He was still
