Chase
*****Five Years Later — Crescent Valley Plains, Dawn*****
I had been running nonstop.
Hours of chasing a scent so faint most wolves would’ve thought it was their imagination. But not me. Not when that scent had once been the center of my entire existence.
Wildflowers. Ash. A hint of something warm I hadn’t breathed in five long years.
Elena.
Every step forward felt like my chest was ripping open wider. My wolf paced inside me like a caged animal, snapping and snarling, pushing against my skin with a desperation that bordered on madness.
Quinn stayed close behind me, panting slightly. “Chase….slow down. You’re going to scare the delegates.”
“I don’t care,” I growled without looking back.
We crested a hill overlooking the large open plain in front of the Crescent Valley Fortre
