That same truth was the reason Victoria had made her choice earlier. The moment she rejected her mate bond and cut ties with the pack, she had acted without hesitation. As long as she remained connected, Carlisle would always be able to find her. There would be no escape.
So she severed it.
She became a rogue.
With the scent-masking spray and the bond broken, she had erased every trail that could lead back to her. Carlisle no longer had a way to track her. If he wanted to find her now, he would have to search blindly, with nothing to guide him.
A thunderous roar tore through the forest.
Roque’s voice carried across the land, raw and violent, sending a wave of fear through anyone close enough to hear it. The sound seemed to shake the air itself, pressing down on everything in its path.
