The forest stretches endlessly before them.
Fae, Kade, and Karissa have been running for hours.
The trees blur past in shades of green and brown.
The ground is uneven, littered with roots and stones, but Mira's paws find the safest path.
She leaps over fallen logs, dodges low-hanging branches, and weaves through thickets with practiced ease.
Fae clings to Mira's back, her fingers buried in the wolf's thick autumn-colored fur, her legs grip Mira's sides and her body is pressed low against the wolf's spine to reduce wind resistance.
In her arms, wrapped in layers of cloth and pressed against her chest, is Kade.
The baby is quiet for now, lulled by the rhythm of the run, his tiny body is warm against Fae's skin.
Behind them, the forest grows dark, the sky is heavy with clouds, blo
