His inner animal was more than itching to find her, and he was having a hard time fighting it for control. He wondered how she’d managed to pull this off, having been unable to move her legs. She must have healed faster than they’d anticipated and played on the injury. The hole in the floorboards had been clawed at so she had to have shifted to do it, and no one had heard a thing, which meant she’d waited until late at night. Although, her frequent stops to lie down told him she was still very weak. A near smile rose on his muzzle as he tracked her through a steep incline. He could see where she’d slid down it rather than attempted to walk. A true alpha female, if he ever saw one. Anya didn’t seem to let the terrain impede her, as her trail indicated, and she’d managed to avoid his patrols as well. Her scent stayed downwind of them, skirting their movements as she headed toward the bay. The thought of her making it to the water scared him. In her weakened state, if she tried to swim the rough waters she would drown.
