{Casper’ Pov}

The wind wailed past my ears, cold air slicing through the trees as Ophelia and I tore through the forest in our wolf forms. Her brown fur glowed under the moonlight, always two strides behind, but she was fast and silent. We barely made a sound, paws slamming over the earth, dodging roots and berry bushes without slowing for a beat.

We needed to move faster, nightfall was already upon us. We had to stop them before they got to the pack. Before they interrupted the Hunt ...