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wasn’t that long ago.
    While he did this, Thomas dipped his head into the car, obviously inhaling her scent, too. If they needed to track her, knowing her scent would lead the way.
    A few moments later, he walked up to him and took a deep inhalation of the chilly air around them and asked, “You smell her?”
    Shane shook his head. “No. The car’s hood is still warm, though. So we may not be too late.”
    “Yeah, but where do we head?” Thomas looked around.
    “I don’t know.” He scratched his head. The forest in front of them looked densely uniform. Nothing different, no recognizable landmark that would tell him this was the route she took.
    His heart pounded in his chest with panic as his breathing became shallow and quick. Time still raced forward, and his mind jittered ideas from one side of his head to the other as he tried to find the best answer of what to do next. Thankfully, the right solution came straight and quickly.
    “Let’s check out the Rogue’s truck. His scent will be stronger and maybe we’ll have an easier time picking it up.” Shane darted to the truck as Thomas tailed him to their destination.
    Just like the female’s car door, this one was unlocked. He opened it and inhaled deeply. A few seconds later, he moved aside to let Thomas register the smell at the same time. He cringed when the foul smell hit him full force. Normally, a male werewolf’s scent was musky. It smelled animalistic, similar to the scent of a wolf. But the scent of a werewolf high on adrenaline who was ready to attack and kill smelled of acid.
    Its strength was so potent it seared the hairs in Shane’s nose for the briefest of moments. He lifted his head as he stood straight outside the truck and sniffed. He traced it in the moist, cold air. Yes, no doubt about which way the Rogue werewolf went.
    “This way. Have you picked up his scent yet?” he shouted while darting into the woods.
    Transmitting a signal from his brain to his body, instinctively he changed. Being born a werewolf allowed him to transform into the controlled beast much more easily and quicker than a turned werewolf could. His limbs extended, widened, toughened, while the hairs on his skin got thicker, longer, and denser. His jaw slid forward, widening and strengthening, and his teeth lengthened into those of a big canine’s.
    The Rogue’s scent intensified as his nose altered into that of a wolf’s. Within seconds, he had completely transformed into the beast, sprinting forward with his brother not that far behind. Shane’s sharpened senses turned the opaque scenery bright and clear. Yes, yes, he could finally make out her sweet scent now, too. She was still alive, thank God. But for how long, who knew?
    They needed to get to her fast before the Rogue could kill her. An overwhelming sense of wanting to protect her came over him, and it frightened him. Why did he feel like this? He hadn’t even seen her or talked to her. She was a complete stranger.
    Obviously, the vision had connected them in some way, but why did it connect them? Something told him he wouldn’t find out the reason for it until fate decided to open that door for them. Could they wait that long?
    Yeah, fate had drawn him and Thomas into this battle to save the female, and he knew there was little he could do to change its plans. He needed to focus on the here and now.
    He howled loudly to warn the Rogue werewolf that he had company of his kind not far behind his tail and that soon they’d meet in combat. Once the battle ended, one of them would be dead.

Chapter Four

    Even though she had kicked off her shoes minutes ago, her feet didn’t move fast enough. No matter how hard she pushed herself, she couldn’t lose the monster. The heavy rains had made the ground under her feet muddy and slippery.
    Her chest hurt from her heavy breathing. Branches from the trees in her way scratched and scraped her arms, face, and legs as she ran frantically.
    As much as her body reacted in