Lysander'S POV
Marking my mate when I did was the best decision I’d ever made.
Maddox and his gang of wolves had set up a false trail for us in order to capture Elara. They’d left us with nothing to follow—no scent, no markings, no idea of where they could be hiding out. What they hadn’t been counting on was our fated mate connection.
I led the way through the thick forest several miles up into the Tiger Mountain State Forest some ways from Seattle. A low thrumming in my chest told me I was getting closer to my mate. My own heartbeat threatened to drown it out as I also felt her agony and fear. The feelings were driving me mad. I had to reach her soon.
Since I made better time in wolf form, I’d already shifted. The White River Wolves and I bounded through the forest on near-silent paw
