Chapter 32
Dakota’s pack caught up before we’d traveled a single mile, the massive trees that had appeared so inspiring yesterday shielding our pursuers from view until it was nearly too late. In fact, I’d almost started to believe I was overreacting and that we’d make it out of the woods without further incident when Sebastien murmured, “Oh s**t,” so quietly the exclamation wouldn’t have been audible to one-body ears.
“Trouble?” I answered, pushing down yet harder on the gas pedal before risking a glance in the rear-view mirror. Sure enough, a motorcycle-riding shifter was fast approaching our left flank. And as I watched, others popped out of the woodwork one by one until a flock of four enemies sat as tight on our tails as chicks trailing behind a mother hen.
Wind whipped hair into m
