#Chapter 130: The Words Were Hard Fought

Theo The woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to. I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—closing in. But I was faster. Smarter. I'd already slipped past their precious security. Honestly, being chased felt like second nature by now. I pushed harder, ducking under branches, thorns snagging at my fur. A twig snapped behind me—one of them was gaining. Figures. But I wasn’t about to make it easy. The mansion loomed ahead, bathed in moonlight like some haunted castle. Abigail’s window glowed faintly—I didn’t have to check. I knew she'd come if I called. She always did. I slid behind a bush, chest heaving like I’d run a marathon. No time to stop. Mark was in trouble. I had to warn her. And after that? I'd be out. Out of their lives. Out of his life. Owen—Mr. Protector—too bus