[Isolde]
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been running. Minutes? Hours? Time had lost all meaning in the chaos of it all.
I had no idea how far we’d gotten from Liana’s place, or whether we were still being actively followed. My lungs burned with each breath, my legs screamed in protest, but Nikolai kept pulling me forward with relentless determination.
After our earlier plunge into the sea, I couldn’t imagine anyone tracking us by scent. The salt water should have washed away any trail we might have left. Werewolves had excellent noses, but even they had limits.
So how were they finding us?
Had the boat pilot been working for the Salvadors or Nikolai’s father? No—that seemed too convenient, too impossibly coincidental. They’d had no way of knowing which direction we’d go or which boat we’
