Panting hard, I raced along the edge of the lake, ignoring the rain that streamed from my shaggy fur. I had no idea what time it was or how long I’d been gone. Marcus had to be frantic. What would he do? Call the police? No. Call the pack, maybe. Would they come to look for me, or did this sort of thing happen often enough that they would write me off as lost and not give it a second thought? Would Marcus even be at the cabin, or would he have left already? I supposed I couldn’t blame him if...