Adelaide's POV
I rested at motels along the way, but barely ate or drank, fearing bathroom breaks would delay me.
My wolf's constant growls in my mind urged me to hurry, its restlessness fraying my already taut nerves.
"Hold on a little longer," I mentally pleaded. "If Cedric is alive, I need to keep some composure as his aunt."
But my wolf clawed at my consciousness, its silver fur crackling with silver-blue lightning. "Can dignity bring back a pup's life?"
In five days, I grew visibly thinner.
Following Tommy's address, I found No. 13 Pear Street, the residence of the Beech Pack, the largest in Redwood City, where Lance was staying with the child.
Standing outside, my lips chapped and throat raw, I felt something lodged between my throat and chest.
The house sat in a fairly wide
