Darcel:
The forest loomed before us, dark and foreboding. Each step forward felt heavier, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of damp earth and pine. The crescent moon hung low in the sky, its silver light barely penetrating the dense canopy above. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl of a wolf sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder that we were walking straight into the lion’s den.
Rowan led the way, her movements precise and deliberate, her sharp eyes scanning every shadow. Kane and Kaos flanked her, their wolves restless and eager for a fight, while I brought up the rear, my crow stirring uneasily within me.
Despite the weight of the moment, my thoughts drifted back to Frankie. Her fire had been flickering brighter when we left, but it wasn’t enough—not yet. I’d see
