Chapter Eighty Eight : Shadows In The Moonlight

Ophelia’s Pov

The forest was dark, the kind of dark that swallowed you whole. My heart pounded as I ran, my wolf’s strength pushing my legs faster than I’d ever moved as a human. The snap of that twig still echoed in my mind. Stupid, Ophelia. The scarred man’s voice—low, growling, talking about some “master” who wanted me dead—chased me through the trees. My wolf snarled inside me, her glow hot in my chest, urging me to keep going.

I didn’t stop until I reached the pack house, my breath coming in sharp gasps. The wooden porch creaked under my feet as...