Damn, his legs were long! She had to stretch herself to keep up, panting, constantly shoving hair out of her face. “Where — are we — going?”
Scott’s place was the only thing he could think of. Take her there then she had two werewolves looking after her. “Don’t ask just follow.”
“I don’t — think I can — run much — farther.” Every couple words was punctuated with a gasp, and the burn of her muscles was overwhelming her ability to track the person chasing her. Whomever it was, they didn’t know the town as well as this guy did, because she could tell they’d fallen behind.
