Nyx
I let my wolf’s instincts take over. She was the only one who could run, evade, and hide. I was only good for f*****g things up, apparently.
I’d been so wrong about everything. Larson was just like my father, so at least I dodged a bullet there. It was foolish that I’d put my hopes in him.
Even more foolish? Thinking that the next man who was nice to me would save me. That a lover would save me.
My wolf was small and fast, a powerful little bullet in the dense woods. It wasn’t until she slunk under a bush that I realized she wasn’t reacting to Rhyson.
Wolves.
The scents were old, maybe a few days to a week, but there were so many of them. Had I entered a pack territory without knowing it? If an alpha caught me, I’d be dead, but these markings were personal, not pack. That also di
