Chapter 18
My wolf’s need for speed won out over my own suggestion of stealth and cunning. So we sprinted directly toward our goal without wasting time to cover our trail as evening darkened into night and weedy saplings once again turned into massive trees all around us.
Which turned out to be a good choice, because within the first hour I heard the howls of hunting werewolves on our trail. Troy and Malachi must have found a way to get SHRITA off their tail so they could latch onto mine. Luckily, an hour’s lead time was nothing to sneeze at, and I merely shrugged off their pursuit as my wolf guided us all deeper into the pitch-black forest.
We ran until the fingernail moon had disappeared behind the horizon and the Milky Way streamed like a river of fire above my furry head. And even t
