Shadows of the Past

Chapter 50

Shadows of the Past

Quinton’s POV

The night air had a bite to it, colder than usual for this time of year. My wolf was agitated, pacing beneath my skin as I walked through the woods, the sounds of the forest around me blending into a low hum. There had been no sign of the creature that had attacked Fiona, no clues left behind. It felt like we were chasing shadows, every lead slipping through our fingers.

I needed space to think, to breathe. The constant pressure of protecting Fiona, keeping the pack together, and the unknown threat that loomed over us was starting to weigh me down. My wolf was anxious, on edge, and that unease was bleeding into everything I did.

I came to a stop near a clearing, the moonlight casting long shadows across the ground. There was a stillness here that felt unnatural, as if the very air was holding its breath. My instincts flared, alerting me that something was wrong. I wasn’t alone.

My muscles tensed as I turned slowly, scanning the trees. Ther