My lungs burned like they were filled with broken glass.
I didn't stop. I couldn't. Every step sent a jolt of agony through my bruised body, but the image of the overturned Volvo and Dante’s bloody face pushed me forward.
Who are they? Who is hunting me?
I knew the answer before the question even fully formed. I could feel him. A presence behind me, not rushing, not panting, but closing the distance with the inevitable slide of a glacier.
"Luna!"
The voice boomed through the trees, calm and amused.
I stumbled, catching myself on a pine tree. I pushed off and kept running, adrenaline flooding my veins.
"Luna! I will find you!" The voice was closer now. "Should I kill the man in the car first? Or should I start with your Alpha?"
I skidded to a halt. The threat hooked into my chest an
