CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The woods are alive with the sound of snarls and snapping twigs as we close in on the rogue pack's hideout, a dilapidated cabin shrouded by gnarled trees. The moon, full and commanding in the sky, seems to pulse with urgency, illuminating our path forward. I'm running so fast that my lungs burn, but I can't stop—not when Mark's life hangs in the balance.
"Keep your head down and follow my lead," Alex whispers, his breath ghosting past my ear. He's been at my side since we left Pine Pack territory, his presence both reassuring and unsettling. There's something about the way he moves, lithe and powerful like a predator poised to strike, that sends a thrill racing up my spine.
We reach the edge of the clearing and crouch behind a thick copse of bushes. The rogue pack's
