Where the Wild Dogs Roam

Previously

…“Wild dogs,” Luna breathed, her voice tight with dread. “They’ve found us.” The clearing, moments before a sanctuary, had become a trap. The ancient oak, once a symbol of strength, now felt like a cage. And the flowers, so beautiful and full of promise, seemed to mock them with their vibrant hues. The quest had taken another perilous turn, and this time, the danger was not hidden in the earth or the thorns, but staring them directly in the face. Skye’s intuition had led them to safety, but now, that safety was about to be brutally tested.