Dawn crept over the horizon, casting a faint, fragile light that filtered through the dense canopy of the trees. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to push back the darkness, to remind them that the night had passed. Still, the air felt heavy, thick with the promise of more trouble, and Evelyn knew that the battle was far from over.
The howls of the wolves had quieted during the night, but the absence of sound didn’t bring relief. Instead, it left a strange stillness that pressed in from every side, suffocating in its quiet. Evelyn couldn’t shake the sense that something was coming, something worse than the night before. The Alpha and his pack weren’t far behind, she was certain of it. They were relentless—unstoppable in their pursuit of Leona, and by extension, Evelyn. She couldn’t allow
