Forty-Seven Pairs of Eyes Lit Up the Dark
The sound wasn’t human footsteps.
Too light.
Too many.
Too synchronized.
Mara’s vision dragged toward the tree line.
And the darkness ignited.
One by one, amber reflections flared—like embers catching in the night.
Forty-seven pairs of eyes.
Wolves.
Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs.
