CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The wind rushes past me, brisk and biting against my face as I soar above the dense sea of evergreens. My heart pounds in my chest, a drumbeat echoing the rhythm of my wings. Below, shadows move stealthily, betraying the presence of the rogue wolves. They're here, somewhere beneath the canopy, but from up high, I am their unseen harbinger.
"Can you see them?" Lucas's voice crackles through the earpiece I'm wearing, a lifeline connecting me to those on the ground.
"Nothing yet," I respond, scanning the forest with hawk-like precision. "They're good at staying hidden." Even as I speak, I sense Lucas's concern for me, the silent strength he offers without needing to shift into his wolf form. It's something that has always drawn me to him, this quiet certainty that I am mo
