Lyralei ran through the forest and her lungs burned with each breath she dragged in. Her bare feet pounded against dirt and roots and sharp stones as she pushed herself forward faster.
The figure ahead of her bolted through the trees like his life depended on outrunning her. Maybe it did.
The moment he'd noticed she'd spotted him watching the settlement fight he'd taken off into the woods. She'd turned to Eliasen quickly, said she'd seen someone and to take charge, then ran off before the woman could respond. Eliasen had probably looked confused as hell but Lyralei didn't have time to explain.
Whoever this warrior was, he'd stood there watching his packmates fight shadow wolves without lifting a finger to help. That made him either a coward or something worse and her gut screamed it was
