The forest held its breath as the Blackwood pack carried Jonas back to their camp. The night was eerily still, the usual cacophony of crickets and distant wolves replaced by a tense silence that mirrored their emotions. Lyla felt as though the shadows themselves were watching, waiting for a c***k in their fragile unity.
Jonas leaned heavily on Eli, his steps faltering despite the support. His body was bruised and battered, his clothes torn and stained with dirt and blood. But it wasn’t just his physical condition that worried Lyla, it was the haunted look in his eyes as if something vital had been stripped away during his time in Kane’s grasp.
When they finally reached the camp, Mason was the first to break the silence.
“This is a mistake,” he growled, his voice low but sharp. “We can’t
