THIRD PERSON POV
Harmony’s foot pressed down harder on the accelerator as her car flew down the highway, the trees and occasional streetlights blurring past her window. She was running—fleeing the chaos she had created, her plan barely holding together. The urgency bubbled inside her, and her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The road from her pack, Georgia, to Tampa, Florida, stretched out before her like an endless thread, leading her toward the only option she had left: the Blood Moon pack.
Her phone buzzed incessantly on the seat next to her, vibrating with a growing list of missed calls and text notifications. She didn’t need to check to know who it was.
*Alex.*
His name flashed on the screen, the notification lighting up the dark interi
