CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
My heart hammers in my chest, the sound loud in the stillness of the mountain night. The rogue wolves' howls slice through the silence, a constant reminder they’re too close for comfort. Henry's blue eyes meet mine, reflecting back the moonlight and the urgency of our situation.
"Flare g*n," he whispers, and it takes a second for the idea to settle into my thoughts. I nod, adrenaline spiking at the thought of fighting fire with fire, or in this case, light.
"Distraction," I mutter back, already rifling through the backpack at my feet. My fingers brush against cold metal, and I pull out the flare g*n that we packed among many other items.
Henry’s pack was lost in the mudslide, but thank God mine stayed firmly secured to my back. Along with the flare g*n, we have a bit
