Ethan
The forest flew past me in a blur of greens and browns, the sound of my paws pounding against the earth loud in my ears. Every instinct I had screamed at me to move faster, to get to her. Rose’s scent was faint but distinct, and it lit a path that cut straight through my mind like a lifeline.
She’s close.
The thought spurred me on, though every instinct in me roared that something was wrong. The air thickened with each stride, its weight pressing against my fur like invisible hands. The scent of magic hung heavy, choking the atmosphere with darkness that curled around the trees like smoke. My wolf snarled deep in my chest, agitated, ready to tear through whatever lay in wait.
I knew this trail. The realization hit like a blade to the gut - I had been here before. The cave. My pul
