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The Lycan was with the woman, and f**k was he fast. Antonia swore under her breath as she followed their frantic flight through the night-darkened forest. Even carrying the woman didn’t seem to be slowing him much, and Antonia struggled to keep up, despite the fact she wasn’t carrying anything heavier than a pistol in a shoulder holster.
She’d ditched her rifle. It would only snarl her up as she travelled through the treetops far above the ground. Besides, she had natural weaponry, and they were far more effective than any bullet.
He pounded along the ground, moving low and fast. The woman’s weight didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, from his breathing and heart rate, Antonia suspected he hardly noticed the weight across his shoulders at all. He didn’t slow his pace, not even to leap
