CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The wind howls through the skeletal branches above, carrying with it the scent of pine and an impending storm of fur and fangs. I stand beside Kyle, shoulder to shoulder, our gazes locked on the vast wilderness that is now our home — and our battleground.
"Reinforcements," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, yet I know he hears me. "We need them before the rogue pack picks up our scent."
Kyle nods, his brown eyes reflecting the same urgency that pulses through my veins. He brushes a lock of hair from his forehead, the familiar gesture stirring something within me.
"Melody and Emmy," he states, and I can't help but notice the way his brow creases when he mentions Emmy's name. She has always been a thorn in my side, but in times like these, personal grudges are luxu
