Ronan

One carriage with two witches on an isolated road. It was almost too easy!

Ronan had picked up Willow’s scent easily enough. He’d led half the pack through the woods that bordered the road the carriage traveled down. His nose had picked up two other witches with Willow.

The carriage moved at a swift pace. They seemed to be relying on speed to stay ahead of the wolves.

Ronan shook his head. There wasn’t a team of horses bred that could outrun a shifter. ...