DALTON POV
His scent was getting stronger with each passing second.
Damp earth. Metallic spice. Something sharp threaded with sweetness that made my tongue itch. Shade was practically purring, pushing against my skin with feral delight, urging me forward. Branches snapped beneath our paws as we sprinted through the undergrowth, the sound echoing like brittle bones breaking.
Adrenaline pumped hot and steady through my veins, the kind that made my whole body hum, vibrating with purpose. My head was clear. My lungs expanded with every inhale of cold forest air. My legs burned with controlled power.
We were made for this.
Hunting. Tracking. Winning.
And I was going to win that flag.
And maybe, just maybe, kick a warlock’s ass in between.
The thought made Shade snarl with anticipation.
