Serenity's POV
I keep running.
The forest stretches behind me like a ragged shadow, branches clawing at my fur as I tear through the undergrowth. My paws barely touch the soil; momentum and fury keep me moving. Darian’s presence fades behind me—distant, pained, frustrated—until even the echo of his mind-voice dissolves into the wind. He’ll live. He’ll heal. And right now, I don’t have space for anything except the single direction pulling at my chest like a magnetic thread.
Kaelen.
The night thins as I push forward, and the familiar scent shifts from pine and moss to oil, metal, and asphalt. Lights glow through the trees. The city hums not far ahead, and I force myself to slow before breaking the tree line. A wolf charging straight into the streets would send half of Aramoor into a fre
