CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The woods are dark. Branches snag at us as we run.

We run together, nimble and fleet-footed.

We have no supplies. We have no map.

I am scared. But I am happy. I am with my mate. We are running away together.

I am tired, but I do not slow down.

We run all day.

But I do not care. I am with my Alpha. I feel safe, warm, loved.

A wolf howls behind us. He sounds close.

"Are they following?" I ask as I run.

"They have already scented us," my Alpha says.

"Then we must hide," I say.

"We will hide in the mountain," he says. "I know a cave where they can't scent us. We will be safe there until daybreak."

He leads me through the woods. I trust his guidance. I know he will keep me safe.

"I love being with you," I tell him.

He smiles. "I love being with you, too."

Suddenly, a noise comes from the undergrowth.

We both freeze.

A wolf leaps at us. Teeth bared. He attacks my mate.

He goes for the neck.

My Alpha jumps.

The attacker's teeth sink into his shoulder.

Red blood stains his