CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
The forest blurs into streaks of green and brown as I sprint through the underbrush, my pulse racing in time with my feet pounding against the earth. The pungent scents of pine and wet soil fill my nostrils, sharpening my senses to their peak. This is my world, a place where I can let go, be free.
Then, without warning, the air shifts—charged with hostility and the unmistakable musk of foreign wolves. My heart stutters, recognizing the threat before my mind does. They're here—the rival pack from the north, encroaching on our territory again.
I skid to a halt, ears pricked for any sound, eyes scanning the shadows for movement. A low growl rumbles through the trees, echoing ominously. I'm not ready for this, not now when the moon's pull already tugs at my inner beast s
