Victoria pressed herself against the trunk of a massive pine, trying to catch her breath while the sounds of combat echoed through the forest behind her. The grizzly's roars mixed with wolf snarls created a symphony of violence that made her teeth ache. Whatever was happening back there, it was buying her precious time.
Her back burned where Thomas's claws had raked across it, and she could feel warm blood seeping through her torn jacket. The wounds weren't deep enough to be fatal, but they were painful and would leave a scent trail that any predator could follow. She needed to tend to them, but first she needed to put more distance between herself and the chaos she'd left behind.
The forest seemed different now—more alive, more dangerous. The full moon's energy was affecting everything,
