The night was dark, and the forest stretched wide and endless, but the sound of paws thundering against the ground filled the silence. Two massive black wolves darted forward at a frightening speed.
Their fur rippled like shadows, their grey eyes burning bright, and they were followed by their loyal warriors. Together they ran in one straight line, cutting through the woods without pause.
The branches snapped under their weight, the wind howled in their ears, and still, Aeron did not slow down. His heart was heavy, his mind sharp. He had not looked back once since leaving the Midnight Pack. He only pushed forward, his paws striking the earth harder and faster, carrying them all further away.
But even in the rush, he noticed something. His brother was silent. Normally, Luca would say something, at least a word or two, but now he ran with his head low, his eyes clouded, and his breath heavy. The silence worried Aeron more than the danger they had left behind.
