Lola’s POV

The moment Flint slammed on the brakes, I barely had time to catch my breath before the world around us shifted.

Shadows moved in the headlights. One, then two, then more shapes emerging from the dark edges of the forest, eyes gleaming with silver and amber light.

The air changed. It was heavier, colder, carrying that unmistakable scent of wild wolves, untamed, feral, nothing like the disciplined packs I knew.

Flint’s head snapped toward the movement. His eyes narrowed, his body ...