Chapter 24

Hunters’ POV

The evening was cool, and the moon shone brightly in the sky, casting a silver glow over the woods. The air was crisp, and the weather was decent enough for a run—just the way I liked it.

This time of day was usually solitary for me, a time when I could exercise and clear my mind. I shifted into my werewolf form and felt the familiar rush of power as my muscles expanded, fur sprouting over my skin.

With a low growl, I took off, my paws hitting the forest floor in a steady, powerful rhythm.

Running like this, with the wind against my fur and the scent of the earth filling my senses, was the one thing that brought me peace.

I’d been doing this since I was ten years old. I still remembered the first time I’d run through these woods. Back then, I was just a scared little boy, unable to protect my mother from my father’s wrath.

Alpha Silver, the head of the Silver Moon pack, my father, had been a cruel man.

I had watched helplessly as he battered my mother in the living room.