CHAPTER 112.   Hunted (2 Jan)

  If you like music while you read, try “How Soon is Now” by AG and Dresage. It’s what I was listening not while writing these scenes!

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  ~ RIG ~

  Risky, risky, risky.

  The word echoed in my head with every step as I darted through the neighborhood, slinking behind bushes and fences, hiding in the shadows, racing to cross streets only when I was certain there were no human eyes to catch sight of me.

  Risky.

  We never left the packhouse in our wolf forms. It was a rule I’d established from day one. This home would never be associated with big dogs, howling, or… any other strange occurrences. Yet, here I was, breaking my own instruction—and bringing my brother with me.

  Mack had taken one look at me barreling through the house in my wolf, stripped down, and followed me into the night.

  At first I was pissed.

  ‘Go back. I just need to get out of here and run.’