Chapter Thirty - Six - The Forest
The forest was endless.
Branches whipped at Evandra’s face as she pushed forward, lungs burning. She had been walking for what felt like hours, the silence broken only by her ragged breaths and the occasional snap of a twig beneath her steps. The moon hung high, pale and watchful, casting silver light that filtered in jagged beams through the canopy.
Each step away from Green Briar’s pack house felt like a victory, however small. She clutched the straps of her pink bookbag, the weight of food and water within giving her hope.
But Sage’s voice stirred low inside her: We’re not safe yet. Keep moving. Faster.
Evandra’s legs trembled, but she obeyed, pushing harder. She thought of her mates—their warmth, their strength, their fury when they discovered she
