Kyra's POV
My bare feet pounded against the forest floor as I fled from the pack mansion, twigs snapping beneath me. The cold night air burned my lungs, but I didn't dare slow down. Behind me, the heavy thud of boots—not just any boots, but the unmistakable stride of an Alpha and his warriors—grew closer.
"KYRA!" Kieran's voice roared through the trees, laced with Alpha command.
My lips trembled. No. No. I can't go back. Not after what he'd done. Not after what he wanted from me.
"COME BACK HERE, KYRA!"
My wolf, Sylvia, snarled in my mind. Run faster. He's gaining on us.
I pushed harder, my muscles screaming, but I could feel them closing in. The scent of cedar and musk—Kieran's scent—filled my nose, making my stomach twist.
Then, salvation.
A sleek red sports car screeched to a ha
