CHAPTER EIGHT
The ground vibrates beneath my feet. I can feel the distant howls reverberating through the soles of my boots, a primal call that beckons us forward. Jake's presence to my left is as solid as the moon above, while Ryan leads with a determination that could split rock.
"Keep close," Ryan commands over his shoulder, his voice a growl swallowed by the crackling air.
We descend into the ravine, the cooler air down here clinging to our forms like second skins. My eyes adjust quickly, the world painted in shades of silver and gray. A low snarl escapes my lips unbidden – the taste of recent territory disputes still lingers in the air.
"Stay alert," Jake murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper but it ripples through me like thunder.
We come upon Mason and a few others, their c
