We walked for three days nonstop. I was exhausted and needed to rest, but I couldn't. Rohan was weak and was slipping away, both physically and mentally. If I didn't hurry, we might not make it to the Blood River pack before he died. So we walked day and night and soon we were there.

Standing at the edge of the pack border, I concealed my scent and stared at the seemingly peaceful forest that surrounded the place where the man who killed Adela resided.

"I can't go any longer," Rohan said and coughed up blood.

I glanced at him, then focused my attention back on the forest, "I know....