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I can hear the wolves chasing after us, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

The longer we run, the fainter the howls and snarls become.

I finally muster the courage to look up.

We are still on the plains, but our enemy is far behind us.

He managed to outrun them! I look around and see the outlines of a barrier in the distance.

As we get closer, I recognize what kind it is, and dread consumes me.

“You have to jump over it,” I tell him hoarsely. “It’s an electric fence. You—Oh, no!”

The fence is very high. As we approach it, its height is more than obvious. There is no way even this wolf will be able to clear it.

He picks up his pace, and my stomach twists. Surely he’s not planning to—He cannot make that leap!

He goes flying into the air, and I hug his body, readying myself for the worst electric shock in the world. Death by frying. That’s one way to go, I guess.

Then I feel a thud, and my eyes fly open.

We made it.

We made it?

I look over my shoulder, my heart in my throat.

We actually made it.

I see trees on the horizon. The wolf is heading toward them.

Good. But we are not out of danger yet. We still have to run a lot farther to put enough distance between that mansion and us. I hope the wolf has the strength to do so.

My own strength is fading fast. Even just holding on is becoming a problem. I rest my head on his neck and close my eyes. I hope I don’t pass out and fall off. I hope he doesn’t leave me behind if I do.

My grip on his fur is weakening.

The rustling around me tells me that we have reached the woods. The wolf keeps going, and I feel a pang of guilt. He must be tired by now. There’s no one coming after us anymore, but I’m not stupid enough to believe that they’ve given up.

My head is throbbing. I’m beginning to lose focus now.

All the willpower in the world won’t let me hold on any longer. I feel my fingers loosen their grip, and then I’m falling. The world is going dark around me, and I can’t speak. My tongue is thick in my mouth.

My shoulders hit the ground first, and I plunge into complete darkness.

I’ve always liked the sound of rain. I find it comforting. When I was young, my mother would tell me that the rain washed away all the evils in the world. It was a new beginning for everyone.

Even nowadays, when I hear raindrops hitting my bedroom window as I lie there with my eyes closed, the rhythm is soothing. In moments like those, I like to pull my blanket over my head and drift off to nature’s music.

It’s raining right now. I can hear the sounds against the glass.

Only it’s harsher.

And it’s cold.

So cold.

I shiver, my hands seeking my blanket. But it’s not there. Did I kick it off the bed? Tired, I try to roll over to the side of the mattress, but my body comes into contact with something both hard and soft.

I sigh in annoyance. I reach out with my hand, and when I grasp the obstacle, I realize I’m holding somebody’s knee.

My eyes open. For a moment, I feel dazed and disorientated. Where am I?

The ceiling is made of wood. Wooden logs.

My mouth is dry, parched almost. I try to turn my head and let out a pained groan. My head! What is with this splitting headache?

I make an attempt to sit up but fall right back down. Before my head can come into contact with the wooden floor, a firm hand stops my descent.

“Careful.”

That’s a man’s voice. I tilt my head back to look at its owner. He has long silver hair, amber eyes, and incredibly handsome features.

I know that face. The wolf shifter from the cell.

I swallow. “So, that all really happened, then.”

When I sit up this time, I move more gingerly, careful not to aggravate whatever injuries I may have. The shifter watches me carefully, not letting me go till I’m fully upright.

“Do we have any water?” I rasp, clutching my throat.

He gets to his feet and returns a moment later with a glass. I drain it and feel stark relief.

I take a moment to collect myself before venturing. “How long—”

“Three days,” he says quietly. “We should be out of danger here.”

My hand reaches out to grasp his sleeve, my eyes widening. “Are you telling me you ran for three days straight, without any rest?”

He studies me. “No, I ran for two nights and two days, and we’ve been here since then. We were nearly caught twice. I had to keep going.”

I try to say something, but I don’t know what I can say. He’s watching me, so I decide to do the same to him. He was naked the last time I saw him in his human form, but he seems to have found some clothes. He’s wearing a brown tunic and a pair of loose pants. And it’s obvious that he has showered.

“You don’t stink anymore,” I say without thinking.

His expression stiffens. “I usually prefer to maintain my hygiene, if I’m allowed.”

I feel a spasm of guilt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. I have a problem with speaking before thinking. How long were you held prisoner at that place?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he shakes his head. “I don’t remember. My memory is not all there.”

“I see.” My eyes dart around our new lodgings. “Where are we now?”

“A human hunting cabin. It is well stocked. We have enough food to last us a few days.”

“A few days? Are we going to stay here that long? Shouldn’t we keep moving?”

He gives me a long look. “You are in no condition to be constantly on the run. You have sustained a head injury. And we are in the midst of a thunderstorm. It has been raining for two days.”

I look down and realize that he must have changed my clothes. My lips part. “You undressed me?” For some reason, the thought is embarrassing.

“Your clothes were wet. You would have gotten sick if I hadn’t. Would you have preferred to wear your wet clothing?”

“I guess not,” I mutter.

The silence between us is awkward. I don’t know what to say to the man who was my companion for six months in that cell, but in his wolf form.

I’ve never been shy—it’s simply not my nature—but whenever our eyes meet, I feel flustered, a ball of tension forming in the pit of my stomach. It’s easier to talk to him without those amber eyes peering into my very soul.

“Who are you, anyway? Why was Cassian so desperate to get you to shift back? I saw the way you fought. Even in your weakened state, you were the strongest wolf out there.”

Unlike me, who speaks impulsively, this man takes his sweet time in answering, as if measuring each word. “My name is Griffin.”

When he doesn’t offer any further information, I stare at him. “You realize we spent six months—over six months—in a prison cell together. You could tell me a little bit more about yourself.”

He hesitates. “I would if I could. I don’t remember much. I’m still recovering my memories.”

I bite my lip. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “I remember my captivity. Chunks of it. But everything became clearer when you came. I remember being hungry, and you gave me your food and water. I know it was difficult for you.”

I gave him a wan smile. “You’re one of the kidnap victims, aren’t you?”

He just stares at me, something he seems to do a lot.

I let out a sigh. “Never mind. I’d like to get out of this place and contact my friends. I want to see my mother.”

I’ve tried very hard not to think about my mother and how alone she must be, how confused. I knew I would break if I thought about her these past months. I had to trust that Leanna’s friends were looking after her. I had to trust that Leanna was alive and well.

I put my head in my hands, suddenly realizing that I’m free. The relief is overwhelming. I feel the wetness in my eyes, and I wipe them with my fingertips.

“Are you”—the man hesitates—“alright?”

I chuckle. “Yes. I’m happy. All this time, I thought you might end up killing me. I was so scared, but I had to pretend not to be. When I was reworking that formula, I was terrified I was going to screw it up. I’m glad I didn’t. Then I thought you would leave me behind—”

All the fears and concerns that have been building up inside of me come flowing out. I always had to put on a tough exterior when I was young, to protect my mother. I’m used to it, but sometimes the mask cracks.

“I couldn’t have left you behind.” Griffin gets up and walks over to what looks like a small kitchen in the corner of the cabin. “I told you, once you came, I was able to feel a sense of clarity.”

I hear an odd undertone in his voice, and I consider questioning it. However, there are more urgent things to deal with.

“Do you know exactly where we are? Are you certain that the Silver Ring Organization won’t be able to find us?”

With the sudden sound of running water, I realize he is putting a kettle on the stove.

“They won’t. This place is—”

There’s that hesitation again, as if he doesn’t know how much information to share with me. As if I’m not to be trusted. I feel a pang of annoyance. Is he lying about his memories, as well? Does he consider me a threat?

I open my mouth to hurl accusations, but a sliver of common sense forces me to snap it shut. We may be allies at the moment, but he could be just as untrustworthy as he deems me to be. We’ll have to stick it out till we can safely part ways.

“This is secret land, protected by a long bloodline of witches. Our captors will not be able to track us here.”

“Witches?” I jolt at his words. “Witches exist?”

I catch him glancing over his shoulder at me, a dubious expression on those fiercely attractive features. “Of course they do. The human realm is a safe haven for those who practice the arts.”

I gave him an uneasy smile. “Of course it is. My bad.”

I watch him reach into one of the cupboards and bring out a few packets of what looks like instant noodles.

My brow furrows. This can’t be a hunter’s cabin.

I’ve never heard of hunters keeping instant noodles in stock.

Then again, I’ve never really met a hunter.

Maybe instant noodles are all they eat, and hunting is just an excuse to get away from their wives.

While Griffin cooks, I study my clothes.

I’m wearing a loose, white shirt that completely dwarfs me and a pair of pajama pants with an elastic so loose that I’ll have to tie something else around my waist to keep them from falling down.

It’s the middle of October, or at least it should be by my calculations.

No wonder it’s cold. At least there’s a fire going in the fireplace, so there’s some level of warmth inside the cabin.

I pull my knees to my chest, watching him, the crackling of the fire providing a soothing background noise. “How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

“Not long. Perhaps another few days. Once the witches decide to let up on the rain.”

I gape at his muscled back. “Excuse me? Are you saying this is not normal weather? This is magic rain?”

The kettle begins to whistle, and Griffin pours the water into two bowls before bringing them over.

Once he is seated beside me, he hands me one of the bowls.

I don’t mind instant noodles. It’s the most convenient meal to make, so I have them often.

It’s actually quite comforting having a bowl of them right now.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

His eyes flick toward me, the intensity in them making me lower my gaze.

“Witches own certain land. My kind cannot enter without permission. And if we do, there are usually obstacles. I was able to get us here safely, but the rain outside is acidic. It’s going to keep pouring till the witch is certain that I am dead. ”

I nearly drop the bowl of noodles into my lap. “Acidic? So, this is not a hunter’s cabin, after all.”

“It is,” he says simply. “Witches like to hunt their own food. They come live on their lands for periods of time, to reconnect with nature. They draw power from nature.”

I look out the window warily. “What’s to stop it from raining again once you step outside?”

He sips the broth straight from the bowl before setting it down. “I’m already on her turf. It is the barrier placed around her territory that triggers the rainfall. Once the rain stops, we can move about freely and exit this place.”

“For someone who doesn’t remember much, you certainly seem to know a lot.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

His stretches of deliberate silence are annoying. “You should eat. We will be here for a while.”

“How did you get past the acidic rainfall?” I keep telling myself to stop, but I have to ask. I deserve to know something about him after looking after him for so long. Common sense be damned.

“I shielded you with my body. I did not escape the acidic rain, but as a shifter, I am able to heal easily. I still have patches of burnt skin.”

He pushes up his shirt and shows me his back. My mouth turns dry. His skin has melted. I’m absolutely horrified. “Are you telling me this happened to your whole body?”

He nods, and then I remember what he just said.

“You shielded me, and that’s why—”

He eats the noodles calmly. “You are human. If the acid had touched your skin, you would never have healed. I have a high tolerance for pain. It took less than two days for me to heal most of the way. In another day, there will be no evidence left on my body.”

My fingers reach out gingerly to touch the scalded skin. His hand immediately grips my wrist, his voice low.

“I do not like being touched.”

The dangerous tilt to his voice has me freezing in place. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He slowly releases me. “I apologize. I did not intend to scare you.”

I pick up my bowl and quickly begin eating.

Acidic rain.

Witches.

Secret evil organizations.

I would never have agreed to help Leanna find the kidnapped wolf shifters from the human world if I had known what I was getting myself into. I’m beginning to miss my boring job with its simple office politics. At the most, people would only try to get me fired there, not kill me.

My head is throbbing, and I wish I had some medicine. Most likely, I need to get checked out at a hospital.

I get up to wash my bowl, but as soon as I stand, I wobble, a wave of dizziness taking hold of me. Before I can fall down, Griffin catches me, gently lowering me to the floor once more. “I told you, you are human. You need time to recover.”

He takes my empty bowl and brings me another glass of water. I drink it and start to feel exhaustion creeping up on me again.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You looked after me. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” His voice is low, and he’s not looking at me.

As sleep begins to wrap me in its warm embrace, my stomach finally full after a long time, I smile slightly, sure of one thing.

“You’re lying.”