Chapter 133

• "Ruben, did you sense him?" Hazel whispered through their mental link.
• "Yes, I could feel his presence, but something about his scent is off," Ruben replied quietly. As they advanced through the dense woods on this dark, moonless night, Ruben heightened his senses. The forest seemed to pulse with its own mysterious life, yet this particular area felt eerily still and devoid of vitality.
• "Stop," Hazel's sharp command brought her to a sudden halt. Her wolf, with its shimmering golden fur, glanced around before turning to face the trio. Zain's wolf, as dark as a raven's wing, exuded a brooding intensity, while Dimitry's was a rich brown, its eyes fixed on Hazel with a mix of curiosity and respect. "I'm sure Sybil and Wyatt are waiting for me," Hazel stated calmly. "She wants to enjoy the scenery while he plans my demise."