Laura ran into the forest, her heart pounding against her ribs. The cool morning air filled her lungs as she pushed herself harder, putting as much distance between herself and the Crimson Fang pack as possible.
Ten minutes. That's all the head start she had.
She couldn't outrun an Alpha wolf—especially not in his own territory. Her only chance was to outsmart him.
Laura paused to catch her breath, scanning her surroundings. Back when she was a warrior, before Kieran had taken her as his luna, she'd learned tracking and evasion. Those skills had gathered dust since then, but they weren't forgotten.
"Think, Laura," she whispered to herself before coming to a realization. "Water. I need water."
Rivers masked scent. Even an Alpha's nose couldn't track through running water.
She listened
