Max woke up at the sound of running water and extreme cold seeping into his body, all the way to his bones. He pushed himself to a sitting position, his arms shaking weakly while his back and left side burned with searing pain. He glanced down at the source of the pain, wincing as he examined the nail gashes running from his armpit almost to his belly button.
The memories swiftly returned to his head, and he closed his eyes, wincing at the flood of emotions that came with them.
The meeting with the Bluemoon and Lockjaw packs.
The attack.
Hunter.
Max had thought he had him. Fighting the damn bastard was hard and nerve-wracking since Hunter’s power really was no joke, but he was slower than Max and not nearly as desperate. But just as Max had forced him to the ground and was about t
