CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Veiled beneath an inky sky speckled with stars, the woods become a battlefield. My heart races as I stand back-to-back with Alex, his presence both a comfort and a spark of electricity that courses through my veins. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the musky odor of the rogue wolves that encircle us, their growls low and menacing.
"Stay close," Alex's voice is a whisper against the wind, his breath warm on my ear. His hand finds mine in the darkness, fingers entwining with a firmness that steadies my nerves. The intimate touch sends a shiver down my spine, not from fear, but from the unspoken promise between us.
Suddenly, the shadows lurch into motion. The first rogue lunges, its eyes glinting with a savage hunger. Instinct takes over; I shift into my wolf
