Chapter 63: Shadow's Hunt

•West Thunoa Forest•

Ace's POV

The wind whipped through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. We were running, a blur of movement against the backdrop of the dense West Thunoa Forest. My senses were on high alert, scanning for any sign of the bandit patrols. My wolf, a constant presence within me, growled low in my chest, its keen senses mirroring my own.

Suddenly, a memory flickered through my mind, a detail Philip had mentioned about the woman Khaleed had spoken with.

"Philip," I said, my voice catching in my throat, "Remember the description you gave of the woman Khaleed spoke to? Black hair with green highlights? There are no werewolves with that hair color."

"What do you mean?" Philip asked, confusion