Chapter Eight
She was easy to trail. Rory was a seasoned hunter after all. Even if she’d been attempting to cover her tracks, he had her scent. She could run from him, and it turned him on that she was running, but she could never hide from him.
He followed her tire tracks out of town. The cluster of businesses and domiciles gave way to rolling pastures and wide open spaces. The sky brightened from the fluorescent lights of civilization to the pure sunlight of the wild.
It had been awhile since Rory had been this far out in nature. His wolf wanted to stop the truck, shift, and prowl around the underbrush. Rory hadn’t shifted in years. He couldn’t bear to see his wolf crippled. The beast inside him didn’t understand that it was wounded. It didn’t know there was a problem.
Rory tamped do
