Lila POV
My wolf pulls free of the current eventually, and we break out of the top of the river, gasping for air around the backpack. We end up being pulled farther and farther down the river, not able to get out of the current to either side. My legs ache, and tiredness takes over with every brush of water against us. The only good thing is that Rizor is unlikely to find me now. The dreadful thing is that rivers like this can only end in two ways—one could be a pretty lake, and the other a deadly waterfall.
With my luck, it is definitely going to be a waterfall.
No sooner do I think that than the rushing sound of a waterfall in the distance reaches my ears, and pure panic makes me struggle in the water. I want to shift back, but I know it’s not a good idea. My wolf is stronger than I
