Hunting Season: Part Two

Callum held his hands up, eyeing the wolf between her sharp teeth. Esme released the wolf and whipped her head to the side, throwing him into a tree. She bared her bloodied teeth still, her hackles up, her body tense, ready to bolt at any moment. Her eyes glanced at her surroundings, she couldn't sense her mate nearby, and her mark still burned, revealing a large distance between them.

But his Beta, Callum, was here, ninety minutes away from Chester. At least she saw him now and not in the city; she could lead them further away, pretend to run to another location. She couldn't believe, though, how quickly they caught up to her. But how? She was extra careful and had sent them on a wild goose chase from the last place she stayed at. Nothing made sense.

Not even any of the Hubs nearby could sell information on her.