KNOX’S POV

I have never run this fast in my life.

Phantom’s paws tear through the Alaskan forest with a force that splits the frozen ground under me, every stride eating distance like the earth itself is shrinking to bring me closer to the thing my wolf has been screaming about since Zürich.

Since Rayana spilled the truth and I left my mother’s letter crumpled in my jacket at the airport and shifted before the tarmac ended because there was no time for cars, no time for roads, no time for anything except the animal and the direction it was pulling and the single, annihilating certainty that I was already...