Chapter 55
- Tristan’s POV
- “Hey! Stop!” I yelled again, my voice echoing through the dense woods as I tore after the figure in the black cloak.
- Branches snapped under my feet. Leaves whipped against my face. I was running at full werewolf speed, my lungs burning, adrenaline surging—but it still wasn’t enough. The bastard was fast. Too fast. And the most unsettling part? He wasn’t even trying.