CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
The forest whispers secrets as I thread through the towering pines, my heart a quiet drumbeat in harmony with the rustling leaves. Each footfall is careful, silent, an echo of the predator I am, yet something within me quivers like a fawn on unsteady legs. I'm not out hunting tonight; I'm fleeing from the one truth I dare not share. The visions that haunt me, gifts—or curses—of my seer abilities, swirl behind my eyes, unseen to any but myself. Here in the Frostbite pack, where strength and prowess are prized above all else, my secret is a vulnerability I cannot afford.
"Rose."
The sound of my name, spoken in a voice as commanding as a thunderclap, halts me mid-step. Erick. Our Alpha. His presence alone demands attention, but it's more than his station that makes my pul
