Drake surged.
Faster.
The trees thinned for half a breath, then closed again around us, thick and black and soaked with rain.
Elias’ shape flickered between trunks ahead.
There.
Too close to the eastern ridge.
Too close to the old border trail.
Too close to Crescent Moon.
No.
No f*****g way.
I pushed everything into my legs.
Mud tore beneath my claws as Drake lunged forward, closing the distance inch by brutal inch.
Elias didn’t slow.
Didn’t look back.
Didn’t give a f**k that his Alpha was behind him.
That alone told me how bad it was.
Elias had never disobeyed me like this.
Not once.
He argued.
He challenged.
He snarled when he thought I was being an i***t.
But he never ignored a direct call.
Not like this.
Not unless his wolf had taken the steering wheel and thrown
