Chapter Seven: Catching Fire

Marise's Pov

We crossed the woods, and I felt he was following us behind us. This can't be real. It must be some bad-witted thing. My mate is not alive anymore. There's no way it could be him.

Rona and I fought to be in control. I managed to overpower her, even if she was in her form. She tried to get me to go back there, but I wasn't able to. I can't go through another heartbreak. I am condemned to be alone now, to never have a partner, and I have accepted it. I will pull myself together and be strong on my own. I will form my own pack one day, avenge my partner's death and kill Orfeo once and for all. I heard him getting closer, so I set a higher speed, and Aesira started slackening off.

Shit. I forgot that nobody could keep up. My wolf, Rona, was swift and super pliable. I had never met another wolf capable of keeping pace with me.

Edira sometimes had to use magic to hold on to my pace, especially when we were running from Orfeo's dark hunters.

A dark hunter is a wolf with deep gre