This wasn’t the first time Grace had been chased. Though it was the only time actual fear coursed through her body.

The sound of her heart beat against her chest. The constant thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump made her queasy, but she pushed on. She knew he could hear it too. The thought caused the fear to race beneath her skin at an even faster pace. She pushed on down the crowded city streets, closer to a run than a walk.

The noise of the city sounded loud—cars swished past as they sprayed puddles on pedestrians, a siren flared in the background, and a dance song ignited from the clothes store she passed. It was late at night, but retailers stayed open longer in this part of the city, as did the fast food joints. Even with all the buzz of human existence around her, she knew his primal senses could still hear her heart above everything else.

Grace wouldn’t be surprised if he heard every rapid breath she exhaled. The cool winter air filled her lungs and urged her forward.

He was after her, again.