SCARLETT
The northern wilds stretched before us like a frozen dream: black pines under a moon that bled crimson through the clouds. Snow fell in soft spirals, each flake glittering like ash. The Devourer’s distant howl rolled across the peaks again, low and endless, rattling the marrow in my bones.
Kael kept a brutal pace, his fire-wolf endurance turning the icy trail to steam beneath his boots. Darius moved with storm-born grace, a blur of silver eyes and cold breath. Lucien, as always, seemed to glide rather than run his shadows clinging to him like living smoke.
I matched them stride for stride. The crescent mark on my shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat, hot against the night air. It wasn’t pain. It was a summoned
We ran for hours, pausing only when the wind shifted and Darius r
