Chapter 47. The Revenant Pact

Morning in the Bone Forest was no kinder than night.

The mist hung low and thick, muffling every sound. Around the hollow, the remnants of the bone spirits' attack still clung to the air, a lingering oppression that weighed down every breath.

Selene rose slowly from where she had collapsed, muscles trembling, blood dried stiff on her clothes. Every inch of her ached, but she forced herself upright. Weakness was a luxury they could no longer afford.

The pack stirred sluggishly, exhaustion written into every line of their bodies. Some wolves tended shallow cuts; others simply sat, staring into the mist with hollow eyes.

Alaric approached, his presence a grounding weight beside her.

"We can't stay here," he said quietly.

Selene nodded, though the thought of moving again made her want to collapse. "We need a p