Chapter Eighty-Eight: Run! Run! Run!

Kiara POV: The celebratory moment is shattered as abruptly as it began; a distant alarm pierces the silence, reverberating through the air with a sense of impending doom. My ears perk up, and Riley's eyes widen in sync with mine. The shrill sound is immediately followed by an uproar, a cacophony of howls and shouts echoing from the BlackFang territory we just escaped. It feels as if the very land behind us is convulsing in outrage. "Damn it, they've found out," Riley hisses, her words tinged with a desperation that mirrors my swirling emotions. "They've sounded the alarm; the whole pack will be after us soon." My heart, which had just begun to untangle itself from the tight knot of anxiety, coils back into a fist. I can feel it pounding, each thump an urgent reminder that we're far from safe. The scent of damp earth and leaves fills the air, but underneath it all, carried by the wind, I can detect the far-off scents of wolves—angry, determined wolves. "Shift. We need to shift and run.