They headed down to the plateau Drew had chosen for the designated rendezvous point and away from all that was familiar to Sabine. Homesickness left a dull ache in the center of Sabine’s chest, but she pushed it back and concentrated on keeping up with the weres hurtling forward. She didn’t have the luxury of time and solitude to grieve. Their survival was at stake. The tense purposeful sprint with which Drew’s fore-fighters raced to their destination was vastly different from Sabine’s customary runs. Even though the males intermingling with the Silverwolves had adjusted their gaits to accommodate the women’s much shorter strides, the pace was nonetheless punishing. Winded, Sabine lagged a few steps behind Drew. Her tortured thoughts turned to her father. He’d overruled her suggestion that she stay behind, agreed with Drew’s plan, and charged her with the safety of the clan before he drifted off into another doze. Her sister had volunteered to stay behind with her father and the unconscious girl.
