The first light of dawn crept through the trees, casting long shadows across the forest floor.
It was a small comfort—barely enough to pierce the suffocating weight of the night they had just survived.
Damien and Emily continued their trek through the woods, their pace deliberate, but with a sense of urgency that had become second nature.
They were deep in enemy territory now, far beyond any familiar ground.
The mountains lay ahead, their jagged peaks rising like silent sentinels in the distance, and between them and their goal was a treacherous stretch of wilderness where every step could be their last.
Emily kept her eyes on the path ahead, the weight of her pack pressing down on her shoulders.
She could still feel the tremor in her hands from the encounter with the wolves.
The night had been too close. Too dangerous. But it wasn't just the wolves that had her on edge,It was the constant fear of what was still out there.