Chapter 26. Traded Away for Twelve Days

Weston's POV

I knew where he'd go, because I knew where I'd go.

Not the logging track. Too slow, too open, and he'd have heard the bell. Marsh would go the way Teague's people had brought us in, along the creek and over the low ridge, because it was the shortest line back to the Cedar Run gate and the trucks.

Marsh never wasted a step in his life. He'd once walked out of a council meeting in the middle of a sentence because the sentence had stopped being useful to him.

I ran.

I didn't shift. I wanted to. My wolf was right there under my skin, pacing, wanting out. But a wolf can't talk, and I needed to be able to talk when I caught him. So I ran on two legs through the dark woods the way I used to run the Guard trails at twenty, with the creek on my left and the stars going g