Duck and Cover

[Hyacinth]

Propelled forward by fear and adrenaline, I run down the hill, my blood creating an unfortunately convenient trail as I make my way into town. Thankfully, the streets are empty. Everyone is either at the Alpha Beta Ball, or they are sitting in their houses doing nothing--The nature of the witches' spell taking the will out of everyone to do more than exist.

Wolves are patrolling the streets near the pack house. I am sure there will be more waiting for me inside the jail as well. But I need to get to Drew.

"No," My wolf insists. "You need to rest. You need rest more than anything."

"I can't rest," I argue with Halcyon. "Slate needs me, Bash needs..."

"Our pup will be fine," she assures me. "He's pretending to be a big strong alpha. And he has others helping him. McCoy won't let him get into any trouble. You are the one in the most danger now. We need to cover your scent."

She's right. I smell like fear and blood. Most wolves, especially those who are out of control, would