Large black paws thudded against the earth at a rapid speed, splashing through puddles as the wind flew across the wolf's face, ruffling its fur. Damon snarled as his silver eyes shone menacingly. He barked threateningly at the wolves falling behind, but he was far too powerful and quick to keep up with.
"Alpha! Alpha!" They called for him through the mind-link. He could hear the panic in their voices echoing through his mind. But he couldn't respond, he couldn't think, all he wanted was his Aila, his mate. His sole focus was to get her back.
That leech's foul scent of strawberries was what kept him going. Damon was on the right track, and he hadn't lost the bastard's trail. Even if his lungs screamed for air and his legs collapsed beneath his feet, he would get back up and continue forwards. His everything had been taken from him AGAIN. Nothing else mattered until he had her back.
