The night had become a living thing, thick with the scent of damp earth and danger as Fiona pushed through the underbrush. Her feet slipped on the wet ground, every step a battle to stay upright. The forest seemed endless, and every snap of a twig, every whisper of the wind, sent a sharp jolt of fear through her body. It was like the very trees were conspiring against her, their branches reaching out to snare her, to drag her back into the darkness from which she had just escaped.
But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t even think about stopping. The sound of wolves howling in the distance sent a chill through her that had nothing to do with the cold. The Alpha’s pack was out there—closer than ever—and they were hunting her.
Her heart thundered in her chest, but she pushed forward, ignoring
