The fury of the hunt faded with each bound through the ancient forest. What had begun as Kade's rage-fueled pursuit morphed into something else, something that made the triplets' hearts pound with memories long buried below years of darkness. Their three massive wolves raced under moonlight that filtered through leaves, their paws barely touching earth as they flew across familiar terrain, each silently remembering when they were not Alphas but merely brothers discovering the wild joy of their wolves for the first time.
Knox was no longer running from punishment but toward freedom. Behind him, Kade's anger had dissolved into the pleasure of the chase. Even Kalem surrendered to the rhythm of the run. Their minds, which were for so long imprisoned by trauma and duty, opened to each other through their bond in a way they had not allowed since after Kronos' den.
'Do you remember?' Knox's voice whispered through their shared consciousness. 'That night after our eighteenth birthday?'
