He could feel her. The closer they got to Heather, the more he sensed her emotions, and swore he heard her thoughts. She was already a part of him even though they hadn’t completed the mating bond.
“She’s nearby,” David said.
Mika tested the air. “I feel her, too.”
The small group of massive wolf shifters flanked him on both sides. No one, feral or shifter, would dare get in their way. The humans were another story. They were cocky and had death in their hearts. Sometimes he was ashamed to be part human but had to remind himself these hunters were the worst of the worst.
Then he heard it—the raucous laughter. And smelled it—the alcohol and tobacco.
He sprinted forward, picking up speed until he was at top velocity, rushing around trees and leaping over downed logs. There were countles
