Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Noah's heart raced in rhythm with the wild, untamed landscape that stretched before him. The forest, a tapestry of hues and dappled moonlight, beckoned him onward as he charged through its depths. The thud of his boots against the earth echoed like a primal drumbeat, a heartbeat that synchronized with the pulse of the wilderness around him.

The chase was on, a dance between predator and prey that woke up something ancient within him. His senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves and every shift of the wind guiding his pursuit. The scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of nature's raw vitality.

His pursuit was singular, focused. The rogue wolf, a shadowy figure ahead, moved between the trees like a ghost, its movements fluid and instinctive. Noah's lips curled into a half-smile as he surged forward, his muscles flexing with every powerful stride. The thrill of the hunt ignited his senses, connecting him to his base primal instin