CHAPTER 39: INTO THE WILDAriana’s POVThe wind tore at my hair, biting at my cheeks with a cruelty I had never felt within the safety of Mooncrest’s walls. Snow fell in fine, cruel shards, blanketing the rogue territory in a deceptive calm. Liora rode beside me, her hands steady on the reins, but I could feel the tension in every line of her body. We were fugitives now, moving into lands no pack governed, no law protected.The further we rode, the heavier the silence became. It wasn’t peaceful—it was alive, watching. The woods whispered in the wind, branches scraping like claws across one another, carrying sound in a way that made every crunch of snow under our horses’ hooves seem amplified, heralding our presence.I could feel it—their gaze. Wolves, rogues, hunters. I could sense their curiosity, their intent. Mooncrest may have turned against me, but out here, the stakes were no less deadly. The smallest misstep, the faintest hesitation, and we would be torn apart before the snow e
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