Under a gloomy sky, the woods were thick with the damp, pungent smell of decay. The surrounding trees clawed at the air like a cage, trapping Rhett in their grasp. He ran relentlessly in Stuart's direction, ignoring the sharp thorns that tore at his skin. He stumbled, rolled, and scrambled forward, not daring to stop—let alone look back.
Rhett was terrified. He knew that if he paused for even half a second, the wolves would catch up and tear him apart.
Behind him, the white wolf's eerie green eyes glowed in the darkness, radiating a bloodthirsty light. Three gray wolves followed close behind, their teeth bared as they growled menacingly. The distant howls of the savage pack drew closer, accompanied by the sound of snapping branches and rustling leaves. Rhett's legs felt like they were tu
