Chapter 183. Theron

Xerina’s POV

The hunt for Theron was on. Rasmus tore through the forest like a silver comet, his massive wolf form a blur among the trees. Each paw strike sent the earth trembling beneath him, and his growl vibrated through the air like the rumble of distant thunder.

The pack trailed behind him, struggling to keep pace, their own wolves panting with exhaustion, but none dared to fall back. The fear in their eyes wasn’t just for the enemy ahead—it was for the rage they saw in their Alpha, a rage that threatened to consume him whole.

I hovered like a ghost on the fringes of his mind, a whisper in the darkness that had become Rasmus’s world. I could feel his fury, his pain, so raw and unchecked, threatening to pull him under. My heart ached to reach out, to touch him, to soothe the storm raging inside him, but I was powerless—stuck between this world and whatever lay beyond.

Ahead, Theron’s scent was getting stronger, fouler, a trail of blood and darknes