Zayd walked for minutes before Quinn told him that it was okay for him to run, and he’d questioned her condition a hundred times before he changed into his wolf and allowed her on his back.

He’d run, but she knew he wasn’t running at full speed. In the morning, he’d hunted meat, and she’d picked up woods, lighting a fire for him to prepare it on.

After they’d eaten, he’d started running again, hellbent on getting her to his pack before her fever got worse. It took ...