I pushed the horse as fast as she could go. My wolf was here, I could feel it.
But then, suddenly, it felt further away. It was leaving me!
In the driveway beyond the house, a car started to drive away. I pulled at the reins, guiding the horse in that direction.
Faster, faster. We were going to lose it!
The horse huffed with each heavy exhale. Its hooves clattered against the concrete driveway. We followed the car as it pulled out onto the road, slipping straight through the rod-iron gate that had opened for the car.
Julian was right behind me. He’d stopped calling for me and instead now followed my lead.
We chased that car. The windows were tinted, I couldn’t see inside. But I knew my wolf was there. It was so close, I could have cried.
But then the road reached a straight stretch,
