/-Draven-/

We didn't make it to the safehouse.

We got as far as the eastern border of pack territory—Zara between Maleek and me in human form, moving quickly but carefully through the forest—when we heard the horns.

The hunting horns.

"Damn," Maleek cursed. "They know she's gone."

"How?" I demanded. "The guard we left at the cells wouldn't report—"

"Doesn't matter," Maleek interrupted. "We need to move faster."

We shifted, the transformation both exhilarating and terrifying with ...