I didn't care about the sharp briars tearing at my shoulders. I didn't care about the freezing wind whipping through the ravine.
My beast was locked onto her, driven by a wild, ravenous hunger to claim what was mine.
Then, through the dark pine canopy ahead, a flicker of yellow torchlight cut through the gloom.
The scent led straight toward the perimeter of the rogue encampment.
Dozens of ragged canvas tents were clustered in the valley floor, surrounded by makeshift wooden barricades and armed rogue sentries pacing the boundary line.
As I surged toward the edge of the high rocky cliff overlooking the camp, a sudden, blinding agony exploded behind my temples.
It wasn't the moon. It was my own mind, fighting back.
For a brief, agonizing second, the thick crimson fog inside my head cr
