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down, she didn’t truly believe Stephen or Caleb would harm her. They’d saved her, hadn’t they? Stephen had sworn an oath to heal people. Caleb had carried her on foot all the way to the hospital. He could easily have taken advantage while she’d been passed out at the side of the road. Maybe the men really wanted exactly what they said—to work out the male pecking order before pursuing a sexual relationship with her.
That thought spurred her feet on even faster.
Light-headedness threatened to pick her skull right up off her shoulders and float it away, so when she spotted a large rock nearby, she jogged over to it and sat down heavily. She rubbed her numb hands together and sniffed back the runny nose cold air had spawned. Then she held her head in her hands while she tried to make the funny spinning stop.
“You can’t keep running,” she told herself through jagged, panting breaths. Even an accomplished jogger had to stop sometime. This wasn’t a pleasure jog, in any case. She was running away from her own life.
Her first option was to stay where she was until the wolves had gone. Option two was to turn her ass around and face the consequences of having invited two men into her home—and one into her pants. Both ideas sounded potentially disastrous.
The fact that a third option might crop up didn’t occur to her until she heard the scrabbling sounds scraping along the pavement well up the road. The source of the noise was out of sight but approaching fast. Something was running her direction.
She stared up the road, narrowing her eyes to focus through the night air and her own haze. Glowing eyes bobbed through the dark, emerging from the dim mist that was gathering on the mountain.
Her reaction was born out of sheer panic. She hopped off the rock and ran full speed away from the frightening sight. She took to the road, rather than risking a sprint over uneven, rocky dirt. Though she was a dedicated jogger, her woozy head, stocking feet, and cold-chilled muscles refused to cooperate as she would have liked. Her movements felt sluggish and uncoordinated, like the dream she sometimes had where she was trying to escape danger while her body moved in slow motion. Maybe that dream had just come to life. Maybe it had been a warning.
She dug in and pushed her burning thighs harder, faster, refusing to give in to the urge to look over her shoulder at what she already knew was happening. Even without checking, she could hear that the footsteps behind her were gaining.
Three sharp barks echoed out along the road, along with the knowledge of who—what—was chasing her. Still, she ran, even when the footsteps came right up on her heels.
A flash of faint brown sped right on past her, and then whirled around to stop several feet ahead. She let out a yell and brought herself to a jerking halt, though her body wobbled precariously when the sudden cessation of movement threw her already-spinning head out of balance.
The wolf stood in front of her with its feet planted wide apart, its sides heaving and eerie gold eyes lit up like flashlights in the dark. An image emerged of the last time this wolf ran in front of her, just a few miles up the road.
She bent over to lean heavily on shaky thighs while her chest burned from exertion. The footsteps bringing up the rear stopped, and she didn’t bother turning to look at the man she could feel close behind her.
“Rose?” came Stephen’s voice behind her. “You shouldn’t be out on this road alone at night. Especially not running down the middle of it. One accident is enough.”
She watched the wolf in front of her begin to shudder hard. At first, she thought he was shivering from cold, like she was. Instead, his fur began bristling as though it were alive or blown by a wind no one else could feel. The animal’s limbs stretched and popped into odd formations, and the hair on its body disappeared. Caleb was left behind, naked and kneeling on all fours.
He stood and
That thought spurred her feet on even faster.
Light-headedness threatened to pick her skull right up off her shoulders and float it away, so when she spotted a large rock nearby, she jogged over to it and sat down heavily. She rubbed her numb hands together and sniffed back the runny nose cold air had spawned. Then she held her head in her hands while she tried to make the funny spinning stop.
“You can’t keep running,” she told herself through jagged, panting breaths. Even an accomplished jogger had to stop sometime. This wasn’t a pleasure jog, in any case. She was running away from her own life.
Her first option was to stay where she was until the wolves had gone. Option two was to turn her ass around and face the consequences of having invited two men into her home—and one into her pants. Both ideas sounded potentially disastrous.
The fact that a third option might crop up didn’t occur to her until she heard the scrabbling sounds scraping along the pavement well up the road. The source of the noise was out of sight but approaching fast. Something was running her direction.
She stared up the road, narrowing her eyes to focus through the night air and her own haze. Glowing eyes bobbed through the dark, emerging from the dim mist that was gathering on the mountain.
Her reaction was born out of sheer panic. She hopped off the rock and ran full speed away from the frightening sight. She took to the road, rather than risking a sprint over uneven, rocky dirt. Though she was a dedicated jogger, her woozy head, stocking feet, and cold-chilled muscles refused to cooperate as she would have liked. Her movements felt sluggish and uncoordinated, like the dream she sometimes had where she was trying to escape danger while her body moved in slow motion. Maybe that dream had just come to life. Maybe it had been a warning.
She dug in and pushed her burning thighs harder, faster, refusing to give in to the urge to look over her shoulder at what she already knew was happening. Even without checking, she could hear that the footsteps behind her were gaining.
Three sharp barks echoed out along the road, along with the knowledge of who—what—was chasing her. Still, she ran, even when the footsteps came right up on her heels.
A flash of faint brown sped right on past her, and then whirled around to stop several feet ahead. She let out a yell and brought herself to a jerking halt, though her body wobbled precariously when the sudden cessation of movement threw her already-spinning head out of balance.
The wolf stood in front of her with its feet planted wide apart, its sides heaving and eerie gold eyes lit up like flashlights in the dark. An image emerged of the last time this wolf ran in front of her, just a few miles up the road.
She bent over to lean heavily on shaky thighs while her chest burned from exertion. The footsteps bringing up the rear stopped, and she didn’t bother turning to look at the man she could feel close behind her.
“Rose?” came Stephen’s voice behind her. “You shouldn’t be out on this road alone at night. Especially not running down the middle of it. One accident is enough.”
She watched the wolf in front of her begin to shudder hard. At first, she thought he was shivering from cold, like she was. Instead, his fur began bristling as though it were alive or blown by a wind no one else could feel. The animal’s limbs stretched and popped into odd formations, and the hair on its body disappeared. Caleb was left behind, naked and kneeling on all fours.
He stood and
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