Rosalie watched as Joan bounded through the woods. Her view of Tala saw the infant sleeping peacefully, unmoved by the wolf speed in which she traveled. Joan had told her at their makeshift camp they were being watched. Rosalie had scanned the trees, looking for any sign of movement. Even now, she shuddered in her own mind, visions of some rogue attack on her and her child played in her mind, they were, after all, close to Prix and the woods were often traveled by loners, drifters of all kinds heading to the sinister town. She had moved quickly but calmly in Joan's direction, the wolf advising her not to make sudden, rushed movements or else the stalker would know she was on alert. Hopefully, whoever it had been was unable to keep up with their speed. Rosalie sighed, when Joan had th
