Nyx
The night hums with danger. Every sound feels amplified. The rustle of leaves, the low buzz of the drones circling overhead, the static of encrypted radios on the perimeter. Kaelen and I move in silence through the forest, our boots sinking into damp earth, breath fogging in the chill.
We’ve been running for three days. Shifting between human and wolf form to try and cover our tracks in a way. It has also been three days since he turned against his own blood to protect me.
I glance back at him. Sweat clings to his temples, his shirt torn from the last skirmish with one of the search parties. The dim glow of his phone screen lights his face as he checks the tracker map one more time.
“They’re spreading out toward the river,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “We have maybe an hour
