CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
My lungs burn as I dodge between towering pines, the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves heavy in the air. The rogue wolves' howls fade behind me, swallowed by the deep ravine that yawns wide at my back. I've lost them, for now. My heart hammers against my ribcage, a wild drumbeat urging me to keep moving.
I skirt the edge of the ravine, peering into its shadowed depths. Sparse moonlight filters through the branches overhead, casting ghostly silver streaks on the jagged rocks below. It's a treacherous drop—one wrong step and it's over. But it serves its purpose, putting a natural barrier between me and the rogues.
"Logan... Henry..." Their names whisper past my lips like a plea. I have to find them before the rogues regroup and pick up our trail again.
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