Savannah's POV
Ever witnessed a werewolf sprinting through the woods in designer heels? I have, and it's a sight that haunts nightmares.
Dennis's expensive shoes squelched through the mud as he deliberately stepped on a fallen branch. The sharp crack reverberated through the forest, mixing with his menacing laughter that sent chills down my spine.
"I can sense you hiding, Savannah! Your scent betrays you!"
The mud coating my entire body should have masked my smell completely. How were his heightened senses still functioning at full capacity? The sedative I slipped into his drink should have dulled everything by now.
My throat constricted as his voice drew nearer. Without the fierce wind rattling the branches around me, he would have pinpointed my location instantly.
