CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Claws scrape against stone and feral snarls intertwine with the crisp mountain air. The chaotic ballet of predator and prey unfolds on the rugged terrain, a deadly dance I've been thrust into since the moon claimed my soul.
I dodge a swipe from a hunter's blade, feeling the rush of wind that follows its lethal arc. My heart hammers, instincts heightened by the scent of pine and the copper tang of blood. With Kyle and Torin's warriors engaged in combat around me, I push forward, driven by desperation to find him – Silas, my anchor in this madness.
The forest is a blur of spring green as I weave through the trees, the underbrush scraping against my skin. Then, there he is. Beta Silas, bound by silver chains that glint maliciously in the dappled sunlight, his dark blonde
