Running is never simple. Especially not when the most powerful Alpha on the planet has just declared you the most wanted woman in the world.
Lily packed our valuables in under an hour. We climbed into a battered, unremarkable pickup and headed west.
We had badly underestimated the marriage of modern technology and werewolf tracking instinct.
King Alexander had thrown every resource he owned at the chase.
He wasn't just sniffing the wind. He was running facial recognition. Pulling traffic-cam feeds. Combing through banking data. Cross-referencing license plates against rural surveillance loops.
Cash and forged identities had carried us this far. But every chain has a weak link.
At a roadside gas station in some forgotten little town, Lily wandered inside, picked up a bag of chips, and
