CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
My breath mists in the chill air as I stand beside Roman on the ridge overlooking the dense forest that marks the border of the Stone pack territory. The scout, a wiry wolf with eyes like polished coal, emerges from the underbrush and bounds up to us. His fur bristles with tension, and his message cuts through the morning stillness with urgent clarity.
"They're coming," he pants, sides heaving. "The wolves who took you, Lane. They're close."
I feel my heart stutter in my chest, an odd mixture of fear and anger swirling within me. These were the wolves who tore me from my life, yet now they dare to encroach upon this new sanctuary I've found? My hands curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms.
"Thank you, Cipher," Roman says, his voice a calm contrast t
