MEADOW'S POV.
The moment the thought crossed my mind that coming here might have been a mistake, I turned around and started walking back the way I had come.
At least, I thought it was the way back.
The forest looked different now.
When I first entered, I had been focused on finding Ryder. I hadn't paid attention to landmarks or directions. Everything had looked ordinary then.
Now every tree looked exactly the same.
I kept walking anyway.
Behind me, thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, and I frowned. Was another storm coming?
"Ryder?" I called one last time.
Nothing answered.
A strange feeling settled in my stomach.
The deeper I walked, the more certain I became that I should have reached the pack grounds by now.
Instead, there was only more forest.
More trees.
More shado
