Chapter 238

THIRD PERSON’S POV The forest seemed alive that night. The rough path winding through it was no ordinary trail but a labyrinth carved by nature herself—jagged rocks jutting from the ground like broken teeth, shadows curling thick beneath the tangled canopy, and mist slithering low across the soil as though hiding secrets best left undiscovered. Every step the two men took echoed strangely, as if the forest itself whispered their presence back to them. Darius and Kael were no ordinary travelers. Both were broad-shouldered, towering figures, their movements precise and deadly even in the uneven terrain. Their sharp eyes swept over every shadow, every rustle in the underbrush. They weren’t afraid—fear had been drilled out of them long ago. They were warriors of Alpha Draven’s pack, trained to kill without hesitation, without remorse. A single strike from their fists could end a life. Yet even the most disciplined wolves could feel it—the sensation of being watched. It clung to them like d