CHAPTER THIRTY
Dawn bleeds through the forest canopy, a soft pink washing over the jagged mountain landscape. My paws pound against the moist earth, muscles aching from the relentless pursuit. I can hear Henry's breaths, heavy but determined, as he keeps pace behind me. We're driven by a shared desperation, an urgency that tightens with every stride.
I can't shake the image of Logan from my mind—his brown hair that falls into his eyes when he laughs, the warmth in those brown irises whenever he glances my way. It's those details that push me forward, fuel my resolve to find him before it's too late.
"Any sign?" Henry's voice cuts through the morning stillness.
"Nothing yet." My reply is curt, clipped by worry. I want to reassure him, offer some sliver of hope, but the truth is we're ru
