Each breath is little more than a desperate gasp as I vault over another fence. This new speed still feels alien in my body—like someone downloaded parkour skills directly into my muscles while I wasn't looking.
I leap from a shed roof to a fence top, my mental map of the Blue Mountain territory flickering like a half-remembered dream. No time to check my phone. No time to slow down.
Can't hear Ellie and her goons anymore, but that means nothing. Wolves move silent as shadows when they want to. And they definitely want to right now.
Where the fuck am I supposed to go?
Back to the camper means leading Ellie straight to the kids. The image of her near Bun makes my stomach twist into knots. And the alpha lodge is too far—Caine might be there, but I'd never make it without getting caught.
And, considering how our relationship telepathy is going, who knows the consequences of going there. Though it's better than dying.
