“Come back. You can't go after them yourself.”
“Alex, Mark is dead. We need to get answers out of Delia.”
“Kerry is taking Aunt D back to her house to work on the bloodline.”
Alex barreled in-between trees and branches, sweat clung to his fur, his adrenaline out of control. There were too many wolves trying to reach him, and his wolf shook his head to knock them out, which didn't work, but it calmed him down. Someone had Jane. Why would he wait? He couldn't wait.
His wolf dug harder and faster the more he envisioned Jane in the arms of the lycan king, and the worst part was he had no idea where she was or who had her. The trail he followed led him miles and miles away. He figured he was well into the next town, or the middle of nowhere, all he sensed was woods and more woods.
Trees. N
