The adrenaline from my confrontation with Amber coursed through my veins as I shifted back into my wolf form. My paws hit the ground with a familiar rhythm, each step pounding with determination. I carried the scent of Amber’s blood on me, a grim trophy of what I had done. The wind whipped through my fur as I raced toward the pack’s territory, the forest a blur around me.
The woods thickened as I approached the familiar boundaries of home. As I broke through the dense trees, my heightened senses picked up movement ahead. I slowed, my wolf instincts on high alert, until I recognized the figure waiting for me.
Ethan.
His towering frame was outlined by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy. His blue eyes caught the light, filled with a mixture of relief and worry as they
