Chapter 8

Hunter.

Where the hell had she been? I was going to kill her as soon as I found her.

I was well aware that it was a lie on my part, I would never lay a finger on Sienna but I couldn’t help feeling annoyed and frustrated as the days went by and not finding traces of Sienna.

Sure, it had been my mistake to teach her to leave and erase her trace. When we were sixteen, I thought it would be very clever of me to teach her how to hide from werewolves. By that time, I was thinking that Izaiah was freaking out day after day and that he might become obsessed with Sienna. The frustration of not being able to communicate with his wolf began to pay off with the friend he grew up with.

So I showed her, very carefully, how to leave without leaving a trace. I also knew that she had money at her disposal as if unconsciously she was always ready to flee. I knew that her childhood was spent wandering the woods, fleeing from something unknown to us. And perhaps, she believed that it was still necess