Leo's POV
The flight was filled with restless pacing and staring out at the clouds. Every hour felt like a day. My wolf was pacing just as fast as I was, sensing that we were nearing her. Her new scent was stained into my memory, and the closer we got to Nigerian airspace, the more my skin hummed with anticipation.
My parents, my brothers, the prophecy—it all felt like a distant, fading nightmare. The only reality was the woman waiting at the end of this journey.
By the time the jet touched down and I had secured a car, the sun was beginning to dip. I didn't head to a hotel. I followed the information Scarlett had given me, driving deep into the territory of the Silverback Pack.
The forest here felt different—ancient and lush with greenery. As I crossed the border, several warriors emerged from the trees, their eyes glowing with shifting light. They stopped my car, their expressions alert until they recognized me.
