I crossed the border between Denver and the unknown, the forest giving way to open fields and deserted roads. My wolf senses were alert, every sound and scent shaping my path. Seattle became my goal, a distant refuge where I could start anew, away from the shadows of the past.

The incessant thought of how Ulrich tracked me, despite spending most of my time in human form in Denver, haunted my thoughts. It was then, during my reflection, that a flash of understanding struck me. The ...