The forest embraced us with its shadows and secrets, the canopy above blotting out the moonlight, making our path treacherous but concealing. Each step forward was a small victory, a step closer to home. The urgency to reunite with my boys and Dylan burned within me, driving my exhausted body to keep moving.We traveled in silence, communicating with glances and gestures. Zach took the lead, his keen senses alert for any sign of danger. I followed closely, my heart pounding not just from exertion but from the fear of being caught. Our escape had been daring, but the threat of pursuit loomed over us like a dark cloud. My mothers plan may have worked. We may be mated, but she hired hunters and rogues to help , she lied about the reasons she needed is alive. They would want us dead for her betrayal and us escaping their grasp and showing them to be fools.After an hour of relentless pace, Zach signaled for us to stop. We crouched behind a dense thicket to shift back, the sounds of the fo

Then, just when it felt like we couldn't go on any longer, we heard the distant sound of howling. Hope surged within us as we recognized the familiar cadence of our pack's howls. They were close.Zach and I exchanged a glance, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation in our eyes. With a newfound burst of energy, we pushed forward, following the sound of the howls through the dense forest.And then, they emerged from the shadows, a formidable force of werewolves led by Dylan himself. Relief flooded through me as I saw familiar faces among them, friends and allies who had come to our aid.Dylan's eyes met mine, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he stepped forward, his presence commanding respect and authority. Planting a firm kiss on my lips, "Are you both alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern."We're okay," Zach replied, his voice hoarse from the earlier fight. "Thanks to you and the pack."Dylan nodded, his gaze sweeping over us, he growled as he s