My wolf sniffed the air, then took off down the pebble beach. She was
remarkably quiet, which was unusual.
Are you okay? I asked. Where are we going?
Now you’re concerned about me? she responded. You were ready to hand
me over to that asshole.
I would never! I insisted, but I sensed she didn’t believe me, and maybe
she was right not to. She stumbled slightly but pushed on, despite the pain of
our open wounds.
Where are we going? I asked.
Getting help. Be quiet. I need to focus. She sniffed the air, then hurried
onward.
I guessed she was giving me a taste of my own medicine. I shut up and let
her guide us down the beach. We were tired, and the wounds on our thigh and
shoulder throbbed.
Fear tore at me. Kahanov will be hunting us.
Silence.
Finally, a few cabins appeared among the pines along the shore. She
limped into the trees and sneaked through the shadows toward the closest
cabin.
What are we doing? I asked.
Get clothes. Become human. Find Jaxson. Her thoughts were tired and
broken.
At least she was willing to hand over control.
Guilt tugged at me.
She slinked behind a bush, and then I saw where we were headed. A
clothesline was strung between two trees, loaded with at least ten sets of
clothes. Mercifully, there was a pair of leggings and a sweater that looked
vaguely close to my size. My wolf leapt up and grabbed them with her teeth,
and then slunk back into the bushes.
Once she’d put some distance between us and the cabin, she stopped and