Chapter 62 Into The Beast's Den

• Jade
• I ran for hours, my paws pounding against the earth, the sun dipping lower and lower until the sky was painted in streaks of blood red and deep orange. The forest blurred past me, and the bag of clothes clenched between my teeth felt heavier with each stride. My wolf urged me to stop, to reconsider, but I shut her out. This wasn’t about comfort or safety. It was about revenge.
• When the scent of the Shadow Fang territory hit me, thick with iron and decay, I slowed. The forest gave way to a clearing, and there it was—the border. Red flags snapped in the wind, skulls mounted on spikes casting long shadows. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their hulking forms alert and armed. Of course, they lived up to their name.