Esme instantly started running towards the gunshots, the trees blurred by her sides as her pawprints kicked up mud as she rushed forwards. Her heart pounded in her ears as panic started to consume her. What if it was Marcus?
"Focus!" Isana snapped; her wolf was more than on edge, but she was right. She was trained to stay calm and focused, to assess the threat before making any rash decisions. A bark echoed towards her, and her legs started to automatically slow down as the woods began to get sparse and the path led to another field.
That bark didn't sound like Marcus.