On the hunt: Part Two

Branches and leaves brushed her face, cutting past her fur, but Esme pushed on, not caring at the tangled route this other wolf was taking them on. She had been leaping over fallen trees, getting tangled in uplifted roots and vines in her attempt to keep the black wolf in her sight. He was fast and agile, just as she remembered, but in her panicked mind, she was coming off as clumsier than normal. 

She couldn't lose him. Not again.

Esme just wanted to see him. Why was he running away? Why was he playing hide and seek with her? 

When she had a hunch that it might be Marcus a few days ago, she wasn't acting so rashly and even spoke to him like a crazed person trying to coax him to come out. Now she was rushing after him like there was no tomorrow. But Esme knew it was because she revealed her past to Gabriel; she still felt fragile from all the emotions she had kept locked away. Now they were bubbling to the surface again.