More than five hours passed in a blur of forests, mountains, streams, and endless wilderness.
Aurora had honestly lost all sense of direction long ago. At some point she had stopped trying to memorize landmarks and simply focused on staying firmly seated on Asher's back as the giant black wolf carried her across Beastworld with astonishing speed.
The scenery changed constantly. Dense forests gave way to rolling plains. Plains became rocky hills. And then hills turned into streams and valleys.
Yet Asher never seemed to slow. Not even once. It was only when a familiar scent finally reached him did the Alpha begin easing his pace. It was the scent of home, the territory of the Wolf Tribe.
His powerful strides gradually slowed from a blur into something more manageable, though he didn't stop moving completely.
