*Trigger warning, this chapter talked about trauma related to s****l abuse. Please be cautious when reading. The lines containing the most content will be marked with an * to signal the start and the end so those who would like to can skip it.*
Kade
The ground became muddy under my paws, the only hope I had at catching up to her before she got too far away was if her feet would sink into the mud. Paws at this point would be best, with more surface area to prevent sinking but the rain made tracking her scent harder.
Damnit Riley, where are you?
Call for her. My wolf said. I snorted as I dipped around a fallen pine tree.
Call her? Did you have a stroke? You know the Connection doesn’t work with non-pack members.
Call her. He snarled. I rolled my eyes. I had no idea what he was getting
