Episode 25

The Whispering Pines Forest was a place where time itself seemed to fray at the edges. Its ancient trees, their bark etched with secrets, stood like sentinels, their gnarled roots clutching at the earth as if desperate to remain anchored. The moon, a pale crescent, barely managed to pierce through the dense canopy, casting elongated shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, pine needles, and something more primal—a scent that made the hair on the back of Philip’s neck stand on end.

They had spent the previous night in this unforgiving wilderness, running non stop, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in their chests. The sun had been a distant memory, swallowed by the thick foliage. Philip’s legs ached, and his lungs burned from exertion. He could feel the raw blisters forming on his heels, but he dared not stop. Not when the alpha’s wolves were relentless in their pursuit. Even when he had not seen the sign, he wasn't a fool not to know that