Walker shifted no sooner than he was out of the front door, bones breaking and reforming as he gunned it toward the packhouse. There was pain, but it was fleeting. The only thing he could think about was getting to where he needed to be. Where his people needed him to be.
With the wind howling in his ears and the rain pelting off his face, he prayed to the hidden Goddess above.
Are you watching through those clouds? He wondered. If you are, please let them get okay. Let me get to them before these intruders do. I don’t want to have to lay more of our people to rest before their time.
He pushed his muscles to their absolute limit, and soon they were screaming with every leap and bound, burning from lactic acid build-up. The ground was soft and wet beneath his pads; if he were a slower
