Harper’s POV
The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Every fibre inside of me was screaming in alarm—someone was lurking between the forest trees. Watching me. Stalking me.
I should have turned back the moment I noticed the sky turned that sinister shade of charcoal gray. The wind had picked up, causing my hair to whip around in tangled knots.
A few minutes passed before I began to hear crackles of thunder break across the sky. My breath caught in my chest at the faintest sight of lightning striking through the clouds.
It was dangerous. Reckless.
The wolf souls snarled and howled, signaling for me to turn back toward the estate. That rush of exhilaration that soared through me before had long faded. Now, I was left with the stinging slap of reality that struck me acros
