chapter 21

Dare

It’s the kind of night made for stealth.

The kind of night made for tracking down witches and destroying each and every one of them before they can find a way to penetrate pack lands.

The landscape flashes by at warp speed, and my paws thunder against the ground. I live for this shit—this freedom, the wild air, the heady scent of dirt.

The chase.

I skid to a stop in a small clearing just beyond the barrier line and lift my nose to the air. I can smell her—the witch that’s been testing the boundaries of our sigils. She has a cold scent, calculating and authoritarian, like she’s an alpha in her own right.

The good news is, alphas are born to be tested.

And beaten.

I duck between the trees and put my nose to the ground just beyond the barrier. A tentative scent pattern tells me the witch was here, and recently. She zig-zagged just outside the boundary, getting closer and closer with every fucking step. I’ve been tracking this bitch for weeks, and as always, it seems I’m still one st