Louis' POV
I ran.
My feet pounded against the marble floors as I sprinted through the halls, then down the steps and out the castle doors. The night air hit me, cool and crisp, but my body was burning with fear. I shifted mid-run, my clothes tearing as my wolf took over, massive paws hitting the earth with force.
She was out here. Alone.
The woods stretched before me, dark and quiet, but I could scent her—her familiar, intoxicating scent mixed with the fresh earth and night air. My wolf pushed harder, faster, weaving through the trees as I followed her trail.
And then I saw her.
She stood in the middle of a clearing, the moonlight casting a glow on her. She wasn't shifting. She was just standing there, staring up at the sky.
Something about the way she stood—the stillness, the quiet surrender—made my wolf snarl in warning.
I shifted back into my human form before stepping forward, my breathing heavy from the run. "Olivia, what are you doing here?"
