chapter 10(1)

Gannon Her tiny wolf tries to keep up, but she easily looses track of me, so I decide to double back, coming up from behind her. When I find her, Abbie’s wolf is sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent. She is by the river’s edge, and her head swivels from side to side, glancing among the trees as she tries to locate where I went. However, doubling back and the added breeze is confusing her as she follows her nose before giving up and dropping her rump to the ground as she sits staring at the river. Still, I don’t step out of my hiding spot. Instead, I watch her like some damn creep for a while. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I want to see if she will try to escape being this close to the border. I don’t know why I want to see if she is tempted to; maybe because my fascination with the girl is quickly turning into an obsession, and I don’t want her to leave. After a while, she wanders closer to the water’s edge, dipping her head, trying to drink from it. It is pretty shal