Lowell and Nana have finally put enough distance between themselves and Marco’s men. The thick forest stretches behind them, endless and dark, but they don’t stop until they reach a small cave. It’s quiet, hidden, safe enough for the night. But neither of them thinks about rest.
“We ran for hours,” Nana breathes out, her body still trembling. “Are they still following?”
“No.” Lowell stands at the entrance, eyes scanning the distance he uses his heightened sense to detect any danger as his eyes glow red, sniffing the distance for any danger coming from miles. “They won’t find us here.”
Her knees feel weak. The chase, the fear, the desperation—it’s all catching up to her. She sinks down against the cave wall, trying to steady her heartbeat. Lowell had been carrying her on his huge Lycan b
