hrough the undergrowth, her bare feet sinking into the wet soil. The smell of the earth, mixed with that of the dead leaves, filled th

ith each step. The wind whistled in the branches, the rustling of the leaves mixing with the echo

of the Alpha. She was just a shadow among the shadows, wandering aimlessly, without direction. Her steps threatened h

ursuing her, she would be unable to feel him coming in time. The instinct, which she always thought was her most sharp weapon,

gradually installed, making it breathe stronger, faster. A distant cry tea

nger. Hunters. She knows them well. They are the ones who, after the packs, always represented the greates

loor cracks under their boots, the metallic smell of sweat and leather burns in the air. Bu

stifled by the hand of one of the hunters who catches her by the neck, forcing her to fall on his knees. The pain in her shoulder i

, while the other holds it firmly on the ground. She fights to catch her breath,

one of the men, his hoarse and threatening voice.

es for a moment, trying to concentrate, to find a little control. But the pa

ent, is all that remains. She hits her teeth, plunging into the intensity of this connection. Th

one of the hunters back, before turning his gaze on the other. His eyes get golden, his senses increased t

of his weapon slaps against the stone, breaking in the moment. She feels the warmth of her own still fresh blood on her skin, but she no l

n her shoulder is almost unbearable, but adrenaline pushes her to continue. His claws,

t. Elena lets him flee. She no longer has the energy to follow him. Her head turns, and

in. But a glimmer of hope shines in the depths of his min

a moment of respite. A light in darkness,

e night. Elena was on the verge of exhaustion, her forces melting as snow in the sun. His claws had retracted and her body was just a broken shell, ready to give in. It

to a bed of thick foam and herbs. The smell of humidity mixed with a wild fragrance that it did not recognize. She turned her head and saw an imposing silhouette, standing a

etrayed her wolf nature. He did not seem in a hurry, as if he was waiting for her to resume his senses. She looked up to meet her gaze, but her heart

but calm voice. But this time, you were

in her shoulder prevented her from thinking clearly. But there was no doub

apparent threat, but the way he stood, as calm as determined, told him that he had a na

announced coldly. A place that very few kno

e who lived far from the others, far from the recognized packs. A pack whose legend said that its members

e asked, her hoarse but re

piercing gaze, seemi

ice. A choice that could cost you m

the crossroads, that this decision could determine her future, his survival. She could not ignore

ill be reborn as a warrior, capable of facing everything. The pack of

in her. She was not ready to be destroyed. She was not ready to be a victim. Her heart was beating stronger, a feeling th

her body, but this pain had become an all

d in a firm voice. I choose to

perceptible, crossed the

a. Because this is

he knew there was no more backwards. The forest was no longer a place of escape, but a field of tr