"They followed me, tracking me with dogs, but without Zena, I wasn't fast enough to stay out of reach," I sighed, curling up into Jaxon's arms on the couch in the living room of our den, Jace listening from the kitchen while he stirred a large pot of something he'd put on when we'd gotten home an hour or so ago.
Jace tilted his head for a moment. "How'd you know about territories?"
I shrugged, Jax rubbed my back softly, kissing my temple. "I started trying to find something that smelt safe... but most of the scents made me feel sick. I worked out it was scent markers, places I should avoid." I took a settled breath. "Then, in Baton Rouge, they almost caught me. So, I ran until I got here."
Jax kissed my cheek, squeezing me gently, knowing that had meant I'd run for days.
"Why'd you c
