Rhys and Anaya stayed behind, crouched low behind the thick bushes, their breathing shallow as they watched Sorayah disappear into the distance. The minutes dragged on painfully, each second feeling like an eternity, until finally, Dimitri's imposing figure passed by, granting them the opportunity they had been waiting for.
Wasting no time, they slipped out from their hiding place, making their way back toward the devastated pack Dimitri had so cruelly ruined.
As they approached the pack's sealed gate, a sense of unease washed over them. Both Rhys and Anaya felt their bodies stiffen instinctively. The heavy scent of blood filled the air, thick and oppressive, making them hesitant to even touch the gate, let alone push it open.
