Adelaide’s legs ached as she ran through the dark forest, her heart pounding like a drum. The cold night air burned her lungs, but she didn’t slow down. She couldn’t.
Atlas was ahead, his eyes glowing faintly as he followed the thin silver trails of Cyrus’s energy. His steps were steady and focused.
Eleanor ran beside Adelaide, barely out of breath. “He’s still alive,” she said, but the worry in her voice made Adelaide’s stomach twist.
He has to be.
Every step brought her closer to Cyrus—but also closer to danger. Gael’s pack was strong and cruel, and they would do anything not to let him escape alive.
And the worst part?
Cyrus wouldn’t stop until he destroyed them... or they destroyed him.
Adelaide forced herself to run faster.
Please, don’t do anything reckless.
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Cyrus stumb
