Nicole’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked around. She was alone. It seemed like no one had ventured into this unrecognizable part of the forest for years. Her senses heightened and were disoriented by the sudden change in her surroundings.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and foliage—a stark contrast to the adrenaline-filled atmosphere she had just left behind.
The dense canopy above cast dappled shadows on the forest floor, adding to the sense of mystery and disorientation that enveloped her. Her senses, normally attuned to the presence of her pack, now struggled to discern friend from foe in this uncharted territory.
Nicole’s footsteps were muffled by the thick undergrowth as she cautiously moved forward, her eyes scanning her surroundings for any signs of danger. The silence of the forest was unnerving, broken only by the distant sounds of battle echoing through the trees.
She felt a sense of foreboding creep over her—a nagging feeling that she had stumbled upon something far more threatening than she could have imagined.
She became worried about Liam. She couldn’t feel him or anyone from the Dark Moon. It was as if she had been cut off.
The foliage grew thicker as she ventured deeper into the forest, the trees towering above her like ancient sentinels.
A sense of primal energy seemed to permeate the air, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She had a nagging suspicion that she was being watched, that unseen eyes followed her every move.