43. Genevieve

I didn’t need to wait another second. Mid-shift into my wolf form I picked up the dark murmur I feared the most. “Get her.”

By the time I had sunk to four paws the sound of their ripping clothes and paws on the gravel shore swiftly followed.

/NIKOLAI PLEASE!/ I screamed over our mind link. I swerved as one almost clamped their jaw on my slender back leg. Using my speed I managed to dodge into clear space, sprinting along the gravel shoreline.

I allowed Priya to take over our escape, her nimble feet bounded over every log, rock, and clump of roots. Flying, her sure balance guiding us up and away from the water, twisting in and out of the tree trunks. All control was ceded to my wolf. I was a rodeo clown holding on for the ride as we travelled so fast my vision blurred.

My unknown hunters did not howl either, I guess to avoid drawing attention from the pack Beta’s guarding just a few hundred metres away. If I howled, I would draw away all the protection from the people sleeping, perha