Petal's Pov

Night settled over the pack lands like a heavy cloak, swallowing the last hints of daylight. The forest ahead loomed dark and silent, the trees twisting into shapes that looked almost alive. Aslaan stood at the front of our small strike team, just eight warriors, all hand-picked, their eyes glowing faintly as their wolves pressed close to the surface.

No one spoke. The grief of Rosie's death lingered in the air, sharp as cold metal. Every step we took felt like walking deeper ...