Asher’s wolf stood frozen in place, its golden eyes wide with confusion as it stared at me, the tension in the air thick enough to cut. Just then, a dart whizzed by, striking the tree beside us with a dull thud and sending fragments of bark flying. In that instant, we both understood; instinct kicked in, and the urgent need to flee rushed over us like a wave.
As we sprinted toward the pack, a chilling realization struck us—wraith-like figures armed with dart guns were closing in, their intentions clear and menacing. Without hesitation, we veered sharply, plunging deeper into the heart of the forest, seeking a sanctuary among the towering trees and thick underbrush.
The scent of damp earth filled the air as we dashed between gnarled roots and moss-covered stones, our hearts pounding in un
