Chapter 9 Accept Me Or Die

• Her scent was stronger now.
• Alaric raced through the forest at an unimaginable speed, even for wolves. His wolf form was immense, black as night, muscles moving in perfect harmony with each leap, each sprint. His paws dug into the soaked earth; branches broke around him, but he didn’t slow down. The trail left by Eulalia was clear—fear, sweat, and blood, a sweet perfume mixed with the metallic aroma of pain.
• He would recognize that scent and follow her trail, no matter where she went; he was sure of it.