The forest swallowed us whole the moment we stepped past the last floodlight. The night pressed against my skin like a second layer of cold. Beau kept to my right, close enough that our shoulders brushed every few steps. Not because I needed help walking but because both our wolves were one bad breath away from losing control.
Jack’s footprints carved a straight path through the dirt. His boots always made that flatter heel print. The dragged marks beside them made my stomach twist so hard I thought I might throw up. It looked like someone had grabbed him under the arms and yanked him backwards while he fought.
I kept my eyes locked on the trail. I refused to blink. Every time I did, I saw flashes of him. His face twisted in pain. His body limp. His wolf calling for us. My chest tightene
