She’d stop being ours.
Trees blurred past as we entered the forest, leaping over roots and ducking under low branches. The moon was high and bright, but it barely touched the canopy. Shadows ruled here.
‘Kitten,’ I tried again, softer. ‘Please… let me in.’
But it was like screaming into a vacuum.
The path narrowed, and then—suddenly—widened. She’d slammed through a clearing, the grass scorched black in her wake. I could still feel her presence here, electric and thick like fog.
I skidded to a stop, breathing hard.
She was close.
I could feel it.
The others fanned out, forming a circle without needing to speak. Wolves moved like that. Like brothers. Like one mind.
Seconds passed. A minute.
And then we heard her growl.
Low. Echoing.
She was watching us.
From the shadows.
Her ey
