Nearly a month later, I'm still here. And Lucian… Lucian has to be dead. Or this pack is so well hidden that he couldn't find me.
After I've pulled myself into a seated position, I bend my head to study my grazed palms. As I watch, the superficial scrapes heal until all that remains are a few spots of blood and dirt.
"You shouldn't be this far from the house," a deep male voice murmurs from a few feet away.
I lift my head and meet the pale green eyes of the very man I was chasing, who now stands half tucked behind a tree. "You keep running away, and I needed to talk to you."
He shifts his gaze over my shoulder. "They'll think you're running again. You should go back."
"Nolan knows I won't run," I tell him softly as I search his face, trying to pick out some hint of who this man is. Could he be family? Is that why he's been watching me? "Not with him holding my grandparents' lives over my head."
