Loveth’s POV
Maxwell’s determined pace was relentless, and I struggled to keep up, his grip firm on my wrist as we navigated the dense forest. His tension was palpable—every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig made him flinch. He likely thought he hid it well, but I noticed. Guilt gnawed at me. I had dragged him into this mess, and now he was a fugitive, a traitor to his alpha, all because of me. Things could be really bad for him if he was found. But I didn’t plan to get caught so I continued running through the forest with him.
I pushed forward, the memory of my last escape attempt fresh in my mind.
We burst into a clearing, and Maxwell came to an abrupt stop, scanning the area. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, his eyes darting around.
“What is it? Did we stumble into an alp
