The forest blurred around me as I ran. My paws barely touched the ground, sending leaves and twigs flying in my wake. The freedom of my wolf form was intoxicating—no triplets, no Lilith, no painful memories. Just the wind in my fur and the earth beneath my paws.
I pushed harder, faster, letting my wolf take control. She knew where we were headed—somewhere we shouldn't go, somewhere dangerous. The border.
The scent markers grew stronger, warning me to turn back. The Silver Crescent Pack territory was ending. Ahead lay the lands of the Obsidian Claw Pack—fierce warriors with a reputation for showing no mercy to trespassers.
I slowed just enough to catch my breath, then pushed forward. Crossing the invisible line felt like breaking an oath, but I didn't care anymore. Let them catch me. Let them punish me. It couldn't be worse than the hell I was living.
