CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The forest blurs past us, a streak of greens and browns as we run. Kyle's strides are confident, the muscles in his brown legs flexing with each movement. He leads our group of warriors through the dense woodland, his keen eyes scouting ahead. I keep pace beside him, my heart thumping not just from the exertion but from the proximity to him—Kyle, my mate not only thanks to the duel he won but the fire in our hearts.
"Almost there," he pants, casting a glance my way that sends a jolt through me.
"Good," I reply, "the pack needs this."
Our journey is silent save for the pounding of paws and feet against the earth. The others follow, their trust in my choice evident in their unwavering determination. They're warriors I've handpicked for their loyalty and strength, essen
