PONY WALKED AT A SLOW, steady pace. The children were sleeping leaning against each other on her back. She was exhausted from carrying their weight for so long. The mountain air was growing cooler as the humidity disappeared. If she kept moving they could be at Jack and Nicole’s cabin by morning. But Pony wasn’t a real moor lion, her stamina was excellent but she’d morphed too many times in the last few days and it had taken its toll. She needed to rest and the children would need food in the morning.
Pony sniffed the air. She hadn’t caught the scent of a troll in the last few hours. It’s possible they were no longer pursuing them, but she doubted it. Mikado was a prize the renegades had killed for in the past. She was certain they would do so again. Yet in her current condition, she coul
