Rider I messed up. I knew it the moment the arrow left my bow. Now, the werewolves are looking for blood, and my only hope for survival is to leave everything I know behind. But even as I run, I know they aren’t the only creature chasing me. Red She’s mortal. It’s foolish to desire her. They are as fragile as they are brutal, a terrible combination. But I can’t stop myself from pursing the woman in the red hood. I’ve seen her riding, running, and I know they’ll catch her if I don’t first. But she is mine.