The lycans moved, even in human form, with a skill far beyond what was normal. Helena kept pace, but without her wolf, it was difficult. She was grateful not to have to shift—she didn’t know how to explain her lack to Leofrik, or rather, she was ashamed to admit it. Still, she could feel herself falling behind, despite having always been athletic and sporty since childhood. Maybe if her hunting companions were regular wolves, she would have kept up, but trying to match the pace of two lycans was too much—and she was embarrassed not to be at their level.
“Your husband has chosen a boar,” Leofrik said after stopping to sniff the air, a pause Helena appreciated because she needed to fill her lungs with oxygen. “But if he thinks it’ll be harder for us to catch just because it’s not a gentle d
