We ran for three days straight.

Not literally running, that would have drawn too much attention. Moving constantly, never staying in one place more than a few hours, always looking over our shoulders for signs of pursuit.

Zane led us through forgotten hiking trails and abandoned properties, places where wolves rarely ventured, humans never looked.

We slept in shifts, ate cold food from gas stations, spoke only when necessary.

All the while, I could feel it. That presence.

The same sharp intelligence that had focused on me during my fight with Scar, tracking us like a bloodhound on a scent.

"He's getting closer," I said on the third night as...