Chapter 5
It was easier than I would have thought to track the bloodling down. For that, I had to thank the summer drought since recent lack of moisture meant the two-legger’s first mad dash through the forest was still discernible days later.
Once my pads hit pavement, of course the initial scent trail vanished...but the girl hadn’t gone far. A group home half a mile distant reeked of ammonia and rose petals, proof positive that the bloodling had managed to scope out her options and find a place to live as a human before making a break for it.
Good for her, I thought, pulling a bit more control away from my animal mind now that we were once again among the supposedly civilized. A wolf would look out of place here in suburbia, but a werewolf blended right in once I yanked our lupine tai
