RILEY’S POV
The moment I reached the pack’s outer territory, my heart was pounding so hard that I could barely hear anything else. My legs burned from running, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
Jaxon was still out there, injured, unconscious, alone.
I needed help.
But who could I trust?
The pack was filled with werewolves, and I wasn’t one of them. I knew if I asked the wrong person, they might not believe me, or worse, they might see me as a threat.
I swallowed my fear and forced myself forward.
Just ahead, a small house stood near the edge of the village. Light spilled from its windows, casting a warm glow against the darkness. The smell of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the panic still clawing at my chest.
I didn’t know who lived there, but I didn
