My heart beat in my head. The smells were terrifying but still nothing compared to the view in front of me. And the sounds. So many sounds.
Darkness again. Even there, I heard the footsteps. One set of them stood out from the rest and not just because she was running. It was a she all right.
The view in front of me opened. The stairs were dirty, and I took them four at a time. No, my wolf did.
A scream in my head—probably my own—when I realized where I was.
She was letting me see. The stairs, the white door, the cold air and the yellow light…the city stretching below me. We were on a rooftop.
Darkness.
The need to see more had never been stronger. Was I still being chased?
Was it Red?
No, it was still daylight. And it was a she. Amara. She was chasing me.
Chasing us.
