“Lucas,” I murmur.
“I know.”
Hunter doesn’t approach us, just watching the two of us leave, a cold look in his eyes.
“We should move faster,” I say, quietly. “I don't have a good feeling about this.”
As we go deeper into the forest, Lucas stops me, looking around.
I strain my ears to see if I can pick up on any sound out of the ordinary. I can hear the insects, the birds, the small wildlife, and the faint sound of soft crunching of leaves.
“Change,” Lucas, says, grimly. “Now.”
I drop my bag and transform.
Bag in my mouth, we both begin running.
A few minutes later, I hear the sound of someone chasing us. A few someones.
‘We’re being followed.’
Lucas’s voice in my head nearly makes me stumble in shock.
I know that wolves can communicate in this form but it’s strange hearing a v
