Page 13 of Claimed By The Tracker

"And they know what my father did?"

"They're finding out."

I moved toward the driver's door.

The wolf stepped farther back.

"This doesn't mean I trust you."

"I know."

"If you get too close⁠⁠—"

His gaze flicked toward my hands.

"I remember."

I opened the door.

Then stopped.

"What's your name?"

For the first time, I realized he hadn't given it to me.

"Jace."

"Just Jace?"

"For now."

I slid behind the wheel.

He started toward a dark truck parked on the far side of the lot.

"Jace."

He turned.

"If you're lying to me, next time I won't stop at two feet."

His mouth finally did it.

Smiled.

Not much.

Just enough to make my pulse do something deeply inconvenient.

"I'm counting on it."

I shut the door.

For the first time since leaving Asheville, I had somewhere to go.

I just didn't know whether I was driving toward safety⁠⁠—

or straight into another trap.