Sindy
The forest swallowed me whole.
The moment the pack surged into the trees, the night exploded with sound—howls tearing the air, paws pounding against the frozen earth, branches snapping beneath the force of bodies too strong, too fast.
I ran because I had no choice.
The air burned my lungs, each breath a ragged gasp as I tried to keep up with creatures made for this—creatures born to hunt under the moon. My boots caught on roots, branches clawed at my arms, and still I pushed forward.
Everywhere I looked, wolves moved like shadows—silver, black, tawny—muscles rippling under their fur, eyes glowing in the darkness. They were terrifying, beautiful, alive in a way I had never been.
And me? I was human.
Too slow. Too fragile.
Already my legs ached, my chest seared with fire. I stu
