(Kieran POV)
Branches tore at my fur as I pushed through underbrush that hadn't been disturbed by passage in decades, following scent trails that grew stronger with each mile. Catherine had made good time for someone traveling on foot through terrain that challenged even supernatural endurance, but she was still human. Still limited by biology that made lengthy pursuits exercises in eventual failure.
The rogues had been tracking her for at least an hour, their scent markers growing more concentrated as forest paths narrowed toward the inevitable confrontation I could smell approaching. They weren't trying to hide their presence—probably wanted her to know she was being hunted, wanted fear to make her more compliant when they finally closed distance.
Amateurs. Anyone who'd spent time obs
