He sprinted beneath a passing horse so quickly, it didn't spook until he was well across the busy street. Though Efron was a full dire silver fox, he looked to be a black and silver dog to everyone he passed. And he passed like lightning. Far faster then any horse could ever ride and thrice as agile.
It was deep night now. Since Layla no longer lived at their apartments, Efron ran toward the only place he knew for sure she'd be at this hour. The last place he'd ever go if he was in his right mind: His father-in-law's. General Aurelius Thal'Narren's gated—and now very guarded—home.
If Efron was thinking tactically, he might have followed the scent of Tahiri's stolen hide. But Efron wasn't so much thinking as he was acting on instinct. That scent, though strong enough to follow, would have wound its way too long through the streets. Eating up precious time. He took the gamble and lost the scent while taking the straightest route. The gamble paid off and the scent