The cold night air whipped past her as she ran, her senses heightened in her wolf form. Every sound, every scent, every shadow felt alive and pulsing. She growled low in her throat, her mind a chaotic mess of ambition and instinct.
As she darted through the dense forest, Naya’s wolf suddenly froze. Her ears flattened, her glowing eyes narrowing as she caught a familiar scent in the air. It was unmistakable, Lucian.
She followed the scent, her growls growing louder as she approached a clearing. There, bathed in the pale moonlight, stood Lucian’s wolf. He was massive, his black fur gleaming, his glowing red eyes fixed on her as though he had been waiting.
Naya’s wolf let out a fierce growl, lowering her body as she prepared to attack. Lucian’s wolf mirrored her, his growl even deeper, vib
