The forest presses in on me like a cage of shadows. My lungs burn as I run, clutching the small, warm hand of the boy at my side. His legs are too short to keep pace with mine, but Kaelion doesn’t complain—he never does. His little chest heaves, but his storm-gray eyes, mirrors of my own, flash with stubborn light.“Faster, Mama,” he pants.I lift him into my arms before he stumbles, hugging him close against my chest as my wolf thrums beneath my skin. The rogues are still behind us; I can hear the crunch of their paws on leaves, smell their foul, unwashed stench. The sound makes my wolf snarl, but I grit my teeth. Shifting would risk him falling, risk me losing him in the chaos.Not him. Never him.I’ve already lost too much.Branches whip at my face. My heart hammers in rhythm with Kaelion’s soft gasps. He’s only four years old, yet I’ve dragged him across borders, hidden him in human towns, forced him into silence when danger passed. He doesn’t deserve this life. He deserves safety
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