You Must Go

Graeme followed the tangy scent of fear that he recognized as his mate's, snarling with increased fervor the longer it took him to find her. Every time his paws hit the ground, the sound of desperate, unrestrained rage was expelled from his lungs—inviting the intruders to come after him rather than his mate and threatening those who didn't.

But no one stepped into his path. No one challenged him. In fact, it sounded as if the invading lycans were scattering, leaving the area and making way for him to follow her trail.

Behind him, Lucas realized too that those around them were leaving and he whined for permission to follow them rather than trailing Graeme. He didn't want to lose the opportunity to tail them if it meant catching one and discovering more about who they were and what they were after.