Mated To The Hockey Alpha Triplets
"Mama, where are we going? It's so dark. I'm scared."
The woman squeezing my hand didn't look down, but I heard her voice, ragged and shaking with a terror I had never understood until this exact moment.
“Don’t look back, Isla.”
Suddenly, another sound cut through the woods. Heavy, angry shouting echoed from somewhere behind us, bouncing off the tree trunks. Footsteps were crashing through the underbrush, closing the distance between us with terrifying speed. Someone was hunting us.
And then, above the sound of the shouting, I heard a man's voice call out through the trees—cold, commanding, and utterly merciless.