With her lycan sight, Rosalie was unable to distinguish between the tree leaves in the completely dark forest. The moon had set, and there was no light to guide her. To get further into this uncharted jungle and to a safe area, she drove her wolf to follow her.
Reign, though, was nearly at her breaking point; one more step and she would collapse. For as long as they could get away from their furious assailants, they ran without knowing where they would end up. She heard the leaves in their path rustle behind her.
The way their claws repelled against the fallen tree trunks indicated that they were approaching and gaining ground. However, she and her wolf made every effort to escape because they never want to find themselves in those horrifying grips.
All of a sudden a big rock emerged
