The wind tore past Celeste’s ears as she sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at her skin. Hunter ran beside her, silent and focused, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth might crack. Their wolves surged beneath the surface, pacing, snarling, pushing for more speed.

“Faster,” Luna growled in her mind. “Too slow. They need us.”

“We’re coming,” Celeste muttered, pushing harder.

Mindlinks buzzed like static. Chaos bled through the pack channels. Screams. Shouts. ...