Chapter Forty-Seven

Claire The woods seemed to go on for miles on every side. She had no sense of direction, and the deeper she ran into the trees, the denser the brush became. Her entire body screamed for rest, but Claire was scared to stop. She was sure Tristan was close by, watching or chasing her—she didn't know. He could have caught her easily. Maybe he liked to stalk his prey. Either way, she had to try to get away. Part of her wanted to give-up, to lay down on the leaf-covered ground and curl into a ball. The other part thought of Axel. She knew he would come after her. Save her. But at what cost? His entire pack? And how long would she be trapped with Tristan while he tried to remove her mark with magic. She didn't even know that was a thing. What if it made her feelings for Axel vanish? She couldn’t even think about it. The last part of her screamed run. So that's what she decided to do. The gown Tristan had her wear was torn to shreds at the bottom, dirt covered her from the knee down.