Dylan's POV
The night was thick with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of the trees as the wind whispered through the leaves. I had waited, hidden, under the cover of the shadows, watching the path like a predator waiting for its prey.
My breath came slow and steady as I kept my senses on high alert, feeling the tension in the air. I was no fool, I knew Julian was relentless. He wouldn't stop hunting me until he knew where I was, and I couldn't afford a single mistake. Not tonight.
The forest had become my refuge, the dense canopy of trees sheltering me from prying eyes. I had learned to trust my instincts, the primal side of me that thrived in the wild. Still, no matter how deeply I focused, I couldn't stop thinking about her. The woman who had saved me.
Her face
