Chapter 7: Running.
Stella's eyes snapped open. She shot upright in bed, the familiar scent of her lavender-scented sheets filling her nostrils. She was back in her bedroom in the mansion.
She jumped up, her bare feet hitting the polished floor. Then her gaze dropped. A gasp caught in her throat. Her naked body was streaked with dried deer blood. Bits of rabbit fur clung to her thighs and belly. She stumbled toward her bathroom, her mind racing to piece together the last hours. She'd been chasing a fox, the sheer thrill of the hunt pounding through her veins, then suddenly she was on Aten's land. The sunrise speared into her vision, a blinding golden lance, and her wolf demanded rest. It wasn't a thought, more of an undeniable instinct to hide from the dawn. And she did.
Naked and caked
