The next day arrived swiftly, the golden sun shining brightly across the vast expanse of the earth. A gentle breeze danced through the trees, carrying the soothing sounds of birdsong and the rustling of leaves. Nature felt at peace...calm and alive.
Anaya sat silently on a moss-covered rock deep within the forest, her expression unreadable. Not far from her, Rhys lay sprawled on the grassy ground, his body still stained with dried blood and bruises from the brutal events of the previous day.
They were no longer at the ruined pack grounds. They had escaped. The dense forest surrounding them now wasn't far from Anaya's parents' territory.
Suddenly, Rhys's body stirred. His wounds began to close rapidly, the supernatural healing taking effect as the magic surged through his veins. His fingers twitched. Then his chest heaved with a gasp and his eyes flickered open.
With a jolt, Rhys sat up, adrenaline and confusion crashing into him all at once.
