CHAPTER 11

The roar of battle faded into the distance as Elena fled, her feet pounding against the unforgiving earth, her son clutched protectively to her chest. Branches whipped at her face, drawing thin lines of crimson across her cheeks, but she barely registered the sting.

All that mattered was putting as much distance between herself and Kaden's pack as possible, escaping the maelstrom of violence and betrayal that had nearly claimed her life.

Her lungs burned, her muscles screaming in protest, but still, she ran, driven by a primal instinct that coursed through her veins like liquid fire.

At last, when her legs could carry her no further, she...