The ground trembled beneath his paws, scattering dirt and leaves in his path.
Because of his sheer speed, the warriors behind him quickly lost sight of Alpha Maxwell. They could only rely on their sharp sense of smell to follow the faint trace he left behind, sprinting with everything they had, but even then, it wasn't enough to keep up with Maxwell's desperate, furious pace.
"Grrr…" Maxwell's wolf let out a low, anxious snarl as he ran, tension rippling through his muscles. A growing sense of worry gnawed at him. How was he supposed to explain this to Addison?
It wasn't his fault — not directly — but as an Alpha, he carried the burden of responsibility for those under his protection. Levi might not be his Beta, but he was Addison's other fated mate, and Maxwell, being the stronger of the two, couldn't help but feel that it was his duty to protect him.
