Rubbing her hands over her face, she blew out a sigh. “A lone wolf. And you were going to leave — how did you even imagine that you would be safe? Which reminds me — how the /hell/ did they find you here? That should not be possible.”
“I’ve lasted this long on the run, I thought I could manage on my own…obviously I was wrong.” He ran a hand through his tangled curls, letting out a shaky breath. “They always find me… It doesn’t matter how well I cover my tracks, it never works. They’ll be back…”
“There were no tracks,” Summer stated positively. “From here to the lake shore, there were NO tracks. Nothing to follow. It’s impossible to track a teleporter in that length of time. Someone must’ve been out in the woods, watching to make sure you died.” She shuddered convulsively. “You need a pack. How can we get you a pack?”