"I—I didn't—" His voice cracked, and I could see the fear in his eyes. "I didn't know anyone was here!"
I released him, pushing him away roughly. "Get lost. And don't tell anyone you saw me, or next time, you won't walk away."
He scrambled back, half crawling, before finding his feet and running off into the trees.
I sighed, the adrenaline still buzzing under my skin. Another close call, but at least he hadn't recognized me. No one in the Crescent Moon pack would, not anymore.
I stood, brushing the dirt off my clothes, my thoughts already turning back to the reason I was here. It had been three years since I'd left this place, bleeding and broken. Seen by an old lady who unfortunately died last week.
Three years since the massacre. Since Kade had laughed while I lay in the dirt, his future wrapped up in power, betrayal, and the Twilight Pack's influence.
But now, I was back.