Faith's Pov
The cool night air bit at my exposed skin as I followed Elias. We moved like shadows through the dense woods, the only sounds our soft footfalls and the rustling leaves. Each step away from the Pack territory felt like a physical severing, a piece of my old life flaking off into the darkness behind me. My heart still hammered, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, but now it was fueled by anticipation, not just fear.
Elias was fast, lean and focused. He kept his eyes ahead, scanning the place, listening for any sign of trouble. He didn’t bother to look back often, trusting that I, a Luna, would keep up. That trust, however misplaced, was my greatest advantage. He thought I was running with him. He didn’t know I was running from him, too.
The air shifted, subtle but undeniable
