By the time I realize that running from an alpha isn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, it’s far too late for me to do anything except continue sprinting through the Dawley-Stone pack forest.
From the shout that went up behind me once I took off, I’m not stupid enough to believe that the alpha of this brand-new pack, Jackson Stone, isn’t right this second in full pursuit. So, I put my head down, watch for any vines, roots, or anything that looks like it’ll trip me, and I run for my life.
I’m under no illusions about what will happen if Jackson catches up to me, and I have no intention of letting it.
All I need to do is open a big enough distance between us, shift, then I can continue the rest of the way to the rental beside the Dawley National Forest on four legs instead of two.
Once I’m t
