Chapter 10
We ran up the hill in one long line of four-legged beings. Not quite wolves, not quite humans, but something worse hovering in between. Moments later, we shifted to the sound of approaching sirens, our own car doors slamming shut upon triumphant laughter as Dakota’s pack mates prepared to depart from the scene of the crime.
And while I knew I should have been catching a ride somewhere—anywhere other than where I stood with leaf mold clinging to my arches—I instead shivered and considered, unable to decide where to turn. Because I couldn’t reject Dakota’s none-too-sweet offer if I hoped to continue spying. But, at the same time, how could I willingly ask for another round of pharmaceutical manipulation when a single pill had nearly turned me into a murderess?
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