I ran until their voices faded. Until I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. Until I was alone with just the sound of my own heartbeat and the whisper of wind through the trees.
Finally, I stopped in a small clearing and leaned against a tree, catching my breath. My side was bleeding again, the exertion had reopened some of my wounds. I pressed my hand against it, feeling the warm blood seep through my fingers.
"You can't run forever," I told myself. "Eventually, something has to give."
The question was: what would give first? The serum? My body? My mind?
Or my heart, which still ached for four men who'd tried to kill me?
I was about to move again when I smelled it. Smoke. Not from the Blackwood territory, this was closer. Much closer. And underneath the smoke... wolf scent. Multipl
