Chapter 120

• Darius’s Pov
• The wind tore through my fur as I ran, my wolf tearing across the thick woods like a shadow in the night. The moon was high, its pale glow stretching across the treetops, but my mind was set only on Ironclaw. We had to get there before dawn. We had to.
• Hours passed like fleeting seconds. My paws barely touched the earth, but even wolves have their limits. When my muscles began to burn and my breath grew ragged, I slowed, shifting back into my human form and leaning against a tree. The forest was eerily silent, too silent and it set my instincts on edge. After a brief rest, I pressed on, a cold weight forming in the pit of my stomach.