A whole week had passed, and still Selene felt like she was chasing shadows. Every day she tried to find traces of the witch, some clue that could lead her closer.
But the Silver Dawn pack seemed clean. Either they had no connection to that witch at all, or they were hiding it so well that she could not find even a crack to slip through.
And then there was the man... Maximus.
She had spent the entire week trying to follow him. Almost every time she thought she was close, he would vanish. One moment he was walking in the open; the next he was gone as if the air itself swallowed him.
When he wanted to appear, he did. When he wanted to disappear, he did. No one could stop him. Not even she could keep up with him.
The more she tried, the more hopeless she felt. For the first time since she had come here, Selene began to doubt herself. Maybe she had chosen wrong. Maybe this decision of hers, to come to the werewolf pack, was useless. Every day felt wasted.
