ALARIC POV
Rain and mud exploded beneath my paws while Drake tore through Crescent Moon territory hard enough my muscles already burned.
Too slow.
Fuck.
Too f*****g slow.
Elias’ scent kept surging ahead of me in violent waves, thick with bloodlust and adrenaline, so feral it barely even smelled like him anymore.
We passed border patrols without a problem, something I was absolutely going to fix for this pack later, but right now? Right now I was grateful no one had been stupid enough to stop us.
Because they would've died.
Branches whipped across my face as we pushed harder through the forest, the eastern woods of Crescent Moon blurring around us in black and silver streaks beneath the storm.
But dawn was coming.
I could already see weak sunlight starting to bleed through the tre
