My heart raced as I sprinted through the forest, Cassian’s words from last night burning in my ears.

He’d pulled away, his lips inches from mine, leaving my wolf whining and my chest aching. The Hunter’s Moon Trial wasn’t over, and neither was the danger.

Severus’s trap had bloodied Cassian’s leg, and I’d barely kept my scent hidden while bandaging him in the Healing Glade. Now, with the final checkpoint looming, our team—Cassian, Ronan, Lyra, and me—rushed toward the ...