Serena’s POV

The next morning, I jogged along the perimeter of the camp. My thoughts were filled only with uncertainty. Every step felt like an attempt to outrun the guilt of Zone’s sacrifice and the prophecy Draven had shared.

My body ached, my Wolfmother instincts sharpened with every passing day, but I pushed myself harder. The pack needed me to be strong, even when I wasn’t sure I could be.

I slowed down near the eastern border, catching my breath as the first rays of sunlight appeared. That’s when I heard it—a low, labored groan from the forest. My heart stopped.

“Zone?” I whispered.

I ran towards the sound, my...