CHAPTER 17
Spaz could feel the heat of the werewolves’ breath through the interface. Don’t look back, he thought as he navigated the intricacies of the Forest. In this section of the Forest, it manifested itself as strangely tangled willows and gnarled oaks. Technically, this was an older section, but older was relative. Most of the Forest had been built in just a few years.
He looked back, despite himself. He could see the werewolves’ red eyes and ethereal forms as they loped after him. Spaz needed to find a pathway they couldn’t track him down on. Problem was, most of the openings he found in the routers would let all traffic through — not just him. Spaz needed to find a door that he could close or that they couldn’t easily get through. Otherwise, he’d have to blow the link — and Spaz
