The smell of blood filled everything.
I ran through the forest, my paws pounding against the ground, my ragged breathing blending with the distant sounds of battle. Riley clung tightly to my back, his heart racing just as fast as mine. I could feel his tension, his contained fear.
"Faster, Elise."
I didn’t need him to say it. Kael’s scent hung in the air, fresh and sharp, guiding me like an invisible thread through the trees. But alongside his scent, the stench of conflict grew stronger with each step. Roars. Howls. The clash of bodies tearing into each other.
I pushed harder.
We emerged from the forest, and the battlefield unfolded before my eyes. It was chaos—rage and violence intertwined. Wolves from both sides fought, claws ripping through flesh, fangs sinking into throats. Scream
