The Moans from the Tent

Zarek’s POV

The freezing winter air sliced into my lungs like shards of glass as Kaelen and I tore through the dense forest. My boots crunched heavily against the fresh powder, but my mind was entirely focused on the hunt. Tracking was supposed to be easy in clean snow, especially for Rimeveil's future Alpha, but Elara's trail was practically nonexistent. It was infuriating. I pushed my senses to