CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The ground feels harder beneath my feet as we move from the soft loam of the forest floor onto a more stony terrain. Roman, with his raven-black hair reflecting hints of moonlight through the dense canopy, is just a few steps ahead of me. His broad shoulders set in determination, leading our small party through the darkening twilight.
"Keep your eyes peeled," he says over his shoulder, voice low and edged with urgency.
I nod even though he's not looking, my own senses on high alert. Vee, with her strawberry blonde hair and gentle demeanor, has been missing for hours, and every minute weighs heavier on my chest. She's more than a friend; she's the sister my soul chose, abandoned by her pack but never by me.
We had picked up her scent an hour ago – that unique combin
