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Was this it, then? Were they about to figure out who I was? There was no way the potion changed my smell.
The wolf let out a low huff, then nudged my chest gently.
"He's saying to climb on up," Finn said, grinning. "Don't worry. He won't let you fall. I usually ride him for the runs, and he's never let me down."
Still confused, I nodded, ignoring the pounding of my heart.
The witch — I was here to find her and remove this forsaken curse. If I needed to ride a wolf to do it, then so be it.
Stomach in knots, I climbed onto the wolf's back, trying to ignore how far away the ground looked. His fur was silky soft, and when I pressed against him, I felt his heartbeat against my chest.
It was … oddly soothing.
Fuck. Had I really thought that? I sat up straight and shook my head.
All this familial friendliness was getting to me. I was a King's Investigator. I didn't care about anything but finding and capturing mages in hiding.
And her. But she was a temporary obstacle. Nothing more.
"Do you have the item?" Alpha Blackwood said.
My cheeks heated as I pulled out the little hair clip she'd left behind. I pushed down any embarrassment I had for carrying it all this time. She was my prey, and it was just another potential lead.
"Will this be enough?"
He leaned close and inhaled deeply, then looked up at me, surprise playing across his features. "It will."
What had he sensed?
Could he tell what she was? Was this more evidence that I was right?
Excitement tightened in my chest.
I would prove she was Forsaken. Then the kings would reinstate me, and everything could go back to normal. The thought almost made me want to howl.
What is happening to me?
"Everyone ready?" the older man asked.
I forced myself to nod.
The little boy waved, grin bright. "Have fun!"
Alpha and a curvy woman with long black hair stripped, their bodies shifting quickly. First, they turned to smoke and then formed into the shapes of sleek wolves like they had on the beach.
It was fascinating, in a warped sort of way.
The female's wolf was dark as night, while the old man's was pale as a silver moon.
The diyre beneath me let out a long howl, then we were moving.
I clung to Shaide's fur like my life depended on it, and trees flew by like I was on the outside of a full speed train.
Hopefully, the diyre knew where he was going.
A howl rose ahead of us and the creature beneath me began running even faster.
Had they picked up her scent?
