The forest was quiet now—too quiet.
Zara staggered through the dense trees, blood matting the dark brown fur of her wolf form. Every breath she took was shallow and labored, every step a reminder of the gaping wound in her side. Nathan’s wolf had gotten in a lucky hit—a very lucky hit.
She finally collapsed behind an old rusted-out trailer on the outskirts of town. The moment she was hidden in the shadows, she shifted, bones snapping and realigning until the sleek, blood-covered form of a woman replaced the beast.
Zara gasped as she returned to human form, her body trembling from the strain. She was naked, bruised, and caked in dirt and blood. Her long dark hair stuck to her face as she pressed a hand to her side, wincing at the deep gash still refusing to close. Nathan’s bite had left
