Every day is for the thief; one day is for the owner.
It was the day of reckoning, and the chase was on. They were hot on his trail. They were chasing him down and planning on killing him, just as brutally as he had murdered Ingrid, maimed Serene, and terrorised the pack.
Coby didn't dare to look over his shoulders, but he could tell the number of werewolves behind him had considerably increased from the initial ten he'd spotted with the Alpha. What was it they said about bad news again? It spreads like wildfire. Yeah, well, the news had gone around the pack as he blazed through some pack houses with an angry mob behind him. In all honesty, he didn't imagine getting out of this alive, but he also couldn't imagine standing idly while they tore into him or worse, lynched him.
