MY COUSIN’S SHOES WERE too large for my feet and the trail was unblazed as we searched for one hidden SUV in a very large woods. All told, it would have been nearly impossible to retrace Malachi’s footsteps through the apparently untouched forest if the sun hadn’t begun pushing its way up through the trees.
“Lucky,” Sebastien murmured as tree trunks gradually materialized out of the gloom. He squeezed my hand for emphasis, evidently expecting a reply. And I tried to answer, really I did. But I’d blown right past coherence several minutes ago, had lost all ability beyond placing one foot in front of the other and ensuring my mate wasn’t swallowed up by any lingering wolves.
Not that we’d heard a peep out of the latter since the explosion blew our world apart. I envisioned Dakota and her p
