The Cursed Luna
Hunter's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted toward the east border, the wind rushing past him as he pushed his wolf to its limits. The guard's panicked voice echoed in his mind—Astrid and Katherine are in danger. He couldn't afford to waste a single second.
Katherine's heart pounded in her chest, fear coursing through her veins as she stood frozen behind Astrid. The sound of snarling wolves filled the air, each growl sending shivers down her spine. Her hands trembled, gripping the back of Astrid's fur, seeking some semblance of safety.
Astrid's silver wolf stood tall, her body tense and ready to fight, but Katherine could see the weariness in her eyes. They were surrounded by three massive rogues, their dark fur bristling with aggression. The wolves circled them, their hungry eyes locked on Astrid, but Katherine could feel their gaze shift to her occasionally, as if they were waiting for an opening.