Chapter 367: Surrounded
Miles' wolf ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
Snow tore beneath his paws, spraying up behind him as the forest blurred into streaks of black and white. The wind howled past his ears, cold slicing through fur and skin, but he didn't slow. He couldn't.
The whistle grew louder with every second.
Closer.
Closer.
Sophia clung tightly to the thick fur around his neck, body pressed low against his back to keep from being thrown off by his speed. Her breath came in sharp bursts, frost clinging to her lashes, fingers numb but refusing to loosen their grip.
They were close. She was sure of that. The sound indicated so, but then, suddenly, the whistling stopped.
Miles felt it instantly—the sudden silence, the way the forest seemed to hold its breath.
His heart slammed harder in his chest.
Sophia felt it too.
"It stopped," she whispered, dread curling tight in her stomach.
