The night air hit me like a shock of ice as we crashed through the window and landed in a crouch on the damp earth below. My wolf burned under my skin, demanding I shift, demanding I fight, but there was no time.
Lena tugged my arm. “This way!” she whispered urgently.
The scent of foreign wolves thickened, their presence pressing down on me like a vice. We weren’t just being watched—we were surrounded.
A low growl echoed from the treeline, followed by another. Shadows moved between the trees, silent, predatory. I could feel their power, different from any pack wolf I’d ever encountered. These weren’t ordinary werewolves.
“They’re not just Elders,” I murmured. “They brought Enforcers.”
Lena’s grip on my wrist tightened. “Then we can’t let them catch us.”
We bolted.
The moment our fee
