CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO 

HAZEL 

The night was cold and harsh, as my feet took me along the unfamiliar path. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears, and my heart rising in my throat, as I moved on. 

Every nerve in my body was alive, and despite the cold, my palms were still slippery with sweat. I kept looking back, continuously to see if no one was following. 

“If Xander catches me, he'll get really mad. These days, he's been scary.” 

‘His wolf is unstable. He is too.’ Isis replied, and I looked back once again. 

“Well, I'll be back before morning; he shouldn't panic.”

It felt like my heart...