*Lena*
Xander was gone in an instant. I screamed his name, but it was useless. Bethany had just enough time to catch the holstered knife he'd thrown at her before he disappeared in a blur of ripped clothing and fur, his wolf bounding through the woods at an impossible speed.
I cursed loudly, catching up to Bethany in two quick strides as she reached the edge of the mist-covered clearing, her eyes wide with shock, and terror.
“I can't shift," I ground out, making eye contact with her.
She nodded, her dark curls trembling around her ears as she swallowed back whatever exclamation was at the tip of her tongue. She handed me the knife without looking at me, her eyes focusing on the direction in which Xander and the beast had gone.
I didn't know which direction we were facing. I could
