The forest was dark and thick, the trees towering above like silent witnesses to the battle that was about to unfold. Estella ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the sound of her frantic breaths mingling with the thundering of paws on the forest floor. Devon clung to her back, his small arms wrapped tightly around her neck as he tried to stay hidden from the chaos that surrounded them.
Behind her, Eamon and Elena had already shifted into their wolf forms, their massive bodies moving with a feral grace as they fought off the wolves Margaret had sent after them. She didn’t know how Margaret had located them, but they were ambushed after they reached the inner part of the forest. Estella knew it wouldn’t be long before Margaret herself appeared.
“Keep running, Estella!” Elena’s voice e
