I could feel it. Like how the warm desert winds preceded a coming storm, an electric current in the air set my hair on end.
The hunt had started.
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By the time I caught up with anyone else, it was only Fallon still in the creek. I’d long passed the scent of Amber’s and Danielle’s tracks where they’d left the bank together. My wolf was panting and soaked to the bone, but we were still ahead of the males.
It’s just us then. My beast nudged Fallon’s black wolf.
Fallon’s wolf let out a shuddering sigh and continued to trudge forward. She was tired. I could sense it. But she didn’t want to stop. There was a pride in making this hunt harder. And a sort of defeat she wasn’t ready to meet just yet.
We didn’t need words to share in this moment. I understood the unspoken language deep in my so
