RYAN POV
After Kylie’s doctor confirmed what I’d already suspected, I had to leave. It brought back memories of my friend back in high school, who had discovered her power and had to be towed away to protect herself and others.
A witch.
She’d been a witch, and she could surely perform a spell for Kylie to heal, at least. That was all the thoughts in my head. Her place was far from the hospital and the pack. Using a regular car there would take at least two to three days to get to my old friend’s house.
But if I were to morph into a wolf and run, I’d get there in at least one day—even shorter than the car. Hopefully I’d make it back in time before Kylie’s hands rot away.
I didn’t rest for the whole night. I ran and ran in my wolf form, merely grabbing furry animals as food on the way.
