Page 136 of Moon Claimed
It’s his life too.
We’ll see if we can lose spicy first,I said.
The scattering of river pebbles spurred us faster. He’d exited the forest.
I want to see who it is.
That will cost us ground,she answered.
But she was curious too. At the next bend, we looked back.
A black wolf sprinted in our wake, fifty metres back, teeth bared and head down as he hunted us.
I didn’t need to speak wolf to see he wanted to hurt us.Bad.
We renewed our sprint, weariness weighing our hind legs.
He’s gaining,my wolf snarled.
I had to call for Sascha. We were still a good ten minutes from the car.
Swimming gets rid of our scent, right?I studied a narrowing in the river.
Only for a short time. Minutes.
I sent my idea to her.
I don’t like the water.
Do you like dying? Because spicy wants a chomp out of our neck.
Not waiting for her approval, I tugged on the elastic sensation under my ribs as my wolf launched us into the river.
I took over paddling as panic swamped her. We’d barely reached the other side when I heard the telltale splash of the black wolf in pursuit.
In the tree line, as quietly as possible, I climbed a sturdy oak.
The elastic band under my ribs was loosening. Sascha was running to me, rapidly gaining.
We held our breath as the sopping-wet black wolf broke into a run past us. He stopped suddenly, and we didn’t dare move as he sniffed the air.
The Luther circled backward.
Closer.
Shit.
The wolf reached our tree, where he stopped, cocking an ear.
Fuck.
The black wolf looked upward, and we snarled loudly, tail bolt upright in warning. He crouched in preparation of jumping, and we prepared to do the reverse and bolt for the river again.
Greyson’s frantic howl filled the air, and I didn’t possess the restraint to refuse an answer. Tilting my head back, we howled, my wolf giving him details with our call in a way I didn’t yet understand.
His second howl was pure murderous promise.
The black wolf hesitated, and I renewed my snarling, standing on the branch to show him my full size.