Pine trees loomed around him, distorted, large and monochromic in nightmix vision. He barely noticed. Right then his keen ability to scent was his biggest asset. His snout dropped to the ground and he sniffed in pungent smells of decomposed leaves, pine needles and rich, wet earth. Nothing human. Even with his superior senses the rain had drowned Isabella’s scent and made tracking her near impossible. He’d gotten only so far on a vague whiff of her on the various pine trunks she’d touched, a snatch of her sweet, feminine scent on a rock or two. I’ve lost her. The sharp pain in his chest had little to do with his deep knife wound. All he cared about right then was finding Isabella. He pushed back into a run, soaked pine needles and mud spraying from beneath his paw pads with every flex and shift of corded muscles. Speed was of the essence. Already darkness had chased away the light. He’d had no choice but to delay finding Bella to give his body time to heal. Shifting into a nightmix had helped—each change forced the body to rejuvenate, the cells to alter and reform—but full recovery was still some way off.
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