Nathan POV
We ran through the woods at full speed, desperate to find our son.
Still in my wolf form, I ran with my nose to the air, testing it often to make sure we stayed on course.
But our son’s trail was easy to follow.
Of course it was.
Fear made scents stronger.
And my poor child was absolutely terrified.
Braided closely with his familiar odor was another person’s scent, also unfortunately familiar.
Sabrina.
Her scent was ripe with anger, and something else.
Something sour and almost rotten.
It was a kind of madness.
And it was bloodlust.
She was as surely being driven to desperation as we were, and it was making her even more dangerous.
My heart pounded with fear as well as the effort to maintain the pace we were keeping as w
