Chapter 30: Elodie

My pack officially weighed eight hundred pounds. That's what it felt like at least. I leaned back against a boulder, letting it take the weight from my shoulders for a bit as I rested, taking a swig from my water bottle. I'd lost track of how far I'd hiked and how long. I'd been moving for hours, laying trails, crossing them, erasing them. I'd taken to the river three times, hiking in bare feet. Note to self: newly acquired werewolf powers did not include impenetrable soles of human feet.

Part of me kept moving in an effort to escape the bruise that had been spreading through my chest since this afternoon. That attempt was an epic fail. Physical pain didn't distract from emotional pain. Not when the emotional was so much bigger.