Chapter 42

The cold night air filled my lungs as I sprinted through the dense forest, my bare feet slamming against the wet and rocky soil.

Every breath I took was a struggle, every steo I took felt like every stone was cutting deep through my feet, but I couldn't afford to stop.

I can't...

Not when freedom was just withing my grasp.

I had only one destination in mind, Ravenwood.

Back to King Marcus's kingdom.

It was the only place where I know I could be safe, far beyond Alaric's grasp.

I knew how far I still have to run, I know that to reach Reavenwood, I had to cross the dark forest, a place every wolf feared, especially at night.

Tales of lost souls, wandering spirits, and creatures more terrifying than wolves haunted the minds of many, but I didn't care.

The darkness ahead of me was nothing compared to the monster I was running from.

Shadow Walker Pack was once my home, it was once my refuge, my blood, my destiny.