ALEXANDER
The world blurred past me as I ran. My wolf tore through the forest path like a beast possessed, muscles burning, paws slamming against scorched earth. Every sense in me was tuned to one thing... her, Faye.
Her scent was faint, scattered through the chaos and ash that filled the air, but it was there... sweet, wild, familiar. I followed it like a lifeline, weaving through the burning trees and the ruined edges of Silver Hollow. The air reeked of blood. Every few seconds, another explosion thundered somewhere behind me, shaking the ground and reminding me that I was running straight into hell.
I didn’t care.
All I could think about was her voice, her laugh. The sound of her heartbeat when she slept beside me. I was desperate.
And I felt her.
Faint, pulsing, flickering like
