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Alison

I had been wrong earlier, thinking I was close to the pack my parents once belonged to. I was too far away from them. Or at least I couldn't hear them, nor them me, as far as I could tell. And if my gut was right, those guys in the truck weren't just ordinary humans. When I was little, my father told me stories about humans that hunted our kind. Only going after lone wolves or rogues who they deemed were a danger to the human world. And well, I am sure even though I have served my time in their prison, not to mention the guy I killed was done in self-defense. I would qualify as a danger to them. Though I really didn't want to stick around and find out if I was right or wrong. My wolf and my gut agreed if I stuck around any longer, it would make for the second mistake I would have made in the last twenty-four hours.

I was going to have to talk with Bryce or maybe Dominic and find out if I was right. Because if I was, I am sure I wasn't going to make it on my own. Nor did I want