Game Over

Javier

Where did that little wolf go? She'd taken great care to cover her tracks, and her scent was too faint to track down which direction she'd wandered off in. I chose a path and walked down it several yards, sniffing as I went. I wouldn't let my wolf free, he enjoyed the hunt far too much. This pleasure was for me and me alone.

It's likely she'd decided to pick a building close to the endpoint. Normally a smart move, but not when it came to me.

The farther I went in this direction, the fainter her scent became. I turned back, hesitating before I got to the crest of the hill.

My instincts had kicked in. Instead of walking up the hill, I traveled around it, and back to the side of the castle. Unless she had hidden on this side, which was unlikely unless she'd smooshed herself into a dog house, she wouldn't be able to see my change of direction. The closer I got, the stronger her scent became.

It made me drool. I couldn't wait. She'd agreed to my terms so easily. Was she that confide