James POV

My wolf doesn't slow down once.

The second I clear the Scarlet Pack's scent border, I shift and run—flat out, no pacing, no conserving anything. Zoe's voice is still right there in my head: 'Run fast. Don't stop. Every second matters.' So I don't stop. Trees blur past, the ground drums under my paws, and the only thing I'm tracking is the distance between me and West Mountain Pack's border.

Part of the urgency is guilt. I've been carrying it since before Zoe ...