A Hassle

Scott leaped through the window, and as he found himself outside the cabin, he had fully shifted. He raised his snout and sniffed the air, searching for Ciara’s presence in the scent she had left behind. The wind carried it to him. She was running westward, towards the border between Silvercrest territory and that of another pack, Moon Ashes.

Scott had to find her quickly and drag her back here before the other werewolves found her.

He grumbled incessantly and cursed his foolishness for letting himself feel sorry for her and for letting his guard down when she escaped. Despite her appearing innocent, she harbored a wilder wolf within her than any wolf Scott had ever encountered. He should have stayed vigilant.

His wolf growled and stopped as they approached the territorial border. Her scent grew stronger, and Scott was sure she was close.

Just as he was about to decide which way to go, something lunged at him from the side and knocked him down. As he fell and rolled, he grabbed the at