Chapter 58

Zane

Blood colors my pawprints red in the snow. It clings to my fur in thick, sticky clumps and makes my jaws taste like flesh and death. I don’t like it. But Iris is alive, and the ones chasing her are not.

That’s what matters.

She’s curled to my neck fluff, her small body trembling on my back as I pad through the unfamiliar woods. Her hands are buried in my thick fur, and I feel her shiver with