Logan

Finally, Seven’s voice broke off, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Then he swung his great silver head toward me, his bright blue eyes glowing fiercely.

I inclined my head toward the deep forest. “Let’s go.” Not waiting for an answer, I loped toward the trees, hearing Seven fall in behind me.

We ran hard through the forest, flying over fallen logs and crashing through underbrush. The rich scent of pine needles and damp earth filled ...