Chapter 483

• Even runningat my fastest pace, and only resting for the briefest naps, it takes me two days to reach Red River, the small ski resort town where we parked our bikes. I’m not surprised to find the guys’ bikes gone. Their shadow wolf forms are annoyingly a lot faster than my normal wolf.
• I’m even less surprised to find that my bike has been disabled. Someone took wire cutters to everything that could possibly be destroyed, just like I did to Kian’s Harley back in Oscura.
• “Fucking asshole,” I mutter, kicking the bike’s back tire. I’d bet every fucking penny I own that Kian was the one who did this.