Ashleigh was down on one knee taking deep breaths as she tried to calm her lungs while making sure she stayed out of sight.
She hadn’t expected that last attack.
Ashleigh had found a place high in the trees to observe the wolves that were trying to sneak up on her, she had a perfect vantage and was preparing to launch her assault. When suddenly, a pressure on her back sent her flying from the tree.
She had barely managed to correct her fall before she landed hard on the ground. Her legs were shaky from the impact, and the kick to her back had knocked the wind out of her.
There was a small outcropping of rocks with just enough of a lip for her to slip under it and conceal her body from those that were seeking her.
Shifting was a risk, she was faster and more robust in her wolf form, but she was also pure white. Which was a significant advantage in Winter, but here, she stood out among the browns and greens of the forest.
She listened closely.
