She didn’t even remember which way she came in the beginning, but she was leaving. There would be help at the bottom. A police station. Kind townspeople. Whatever…it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stay here. Briars scraped her legs. Sweat rolled down her temples. A fleeting sense of déjà vu tweaked her memory, but she was too distraught to care. The rain had stopped, and now that the sun was back out, the humidity turned the spring forest into an itchy, moist sauna. The ground was soggy. She slipped time and again, falling on her butt, leaving mudslides as she tumbled down the mountain. In the midst of one headlong plunge, a thick root caught her foot and twisted her ankle painfully. She cried out and fell to her hip, curling into a fetal ball. Even above the harsh sound of her breathing, she could hear crashing and cursing above her. It was impossible to outrun a wolf. Gareth burst through a thicket of rhododendron and stopped dead, his face ashen. “I’m sorry, Gracie. Hell, I’m sorry.”
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