"The last breath of a hero is the hardest thing to bear." }
TOR'S POV
"We need to get to the caves before sunrise," I growled, dodging a low-hanging branch. The night air was thick with salt and the sharp tang of approaching rain. My muscles burned as I tore through the dense underbrush, my senses heightened, my focus locked on the shadowed path ahead. Behind me, Commander Flora and her mate, Rita, matched my pace, their breaths steady, their presence reassuring.
Flora barely glanced at me; her wolf instincts honed to the mission. "Althea Gale survived the last purge," she said, voice tight. "If she's still in those caves, she knows how to handle this."
