Kaela ran until her lungs burned and her thighs screamed.
The forest path stretched endlessly ahead. Sweat stung her eyes. She had never pushed her body this hard—except the times she had fled Vivienne’s fists. Fear of being caught drove her farther than any cramp could stop her.
Ronan might claim he no longer wanted her, but no Alpha of his power would take kindly to a marked mate fleeing his territory. Escape would be a public insult. Good. She hoped the absence cut deep.
If only she had a wolf.
“Help… is anyone there? Help?”
The voice drifted through the trees, soft and strained, almost lost beneath the rustle of leaves.
Kaela slowed, heart slamming. Imagination? Exhaustion playing tricks?
She started running again.
“Please… I’m stuck…”
She should keep going. This was Nightreig
