Futile Attempt

Just the sound of a wolf's howl — not even the man's voice — and I knew that it came from Damon. My hands went to my neck, touching the gray collar there in fear. I had almost forgotten about this nifty accessory. It could've had a tracking device this entire time for all I knew.

"We've been found out," Gus said regrettably. "I'm sorry, if it weren't for me, you would have―"

"Shut up," I scolded. There was no use crying over spilled milk. "God damn it."

Our heavy pants were far too loud. Paired with the sound of the leaves and twigs crunching beneath our shoes, I had no doubt that Damon and his men were all able to catch the sound of our footsteps from where they were.

"There's still a chance for us. We'll split up," I suggested. "You'll run in the opposite direction. He's probably after me."

"The Alpha most likely isn't alone," Gus reminded. "He would've brought backup for sure."