Bedeviled by Sable Grace

guessed he was trying to summon the same godly speed that she was attempting to conjure, but they were both out of juice.
    Kneeling, she attempted to shift to Lychen and give chase that way, but nothing happened. Cursing hotly, she pulled the chain from her neck, blew into the golden whistle, and placed it on the ground at her feet. Instantly, the hounds looked up at her, waiting for instruction.
    â€œFollow,” she said, her voice weak and barely above a whisper. With a trio of barks, the three golden pups disappeared to do her bidding.
    Fatigue overwhelmed her and she dropped to the metal step and rested her hands on her knees. She wanted so badly to slide into her own wolf body and follow the pack, but she was at a disadvantage without a dose of ambrosia. She’d be no match for Haven in this state. Hell, without her eyebright, she couldn’t even see through the dogs’ eyes now. If there was any leftover store of energy inside her, she was too defeated to find it.
    â€œI underestimated her,” she admitted, swearing to herself that she would never make that mistake again.
    â€œWe both did,” he said, sitting beside her and resting his hand on her shoulder. “Ky, where is she going?”
    She wiped the blood from her mouth and nose. “How would I know? I can’t shift,” she whispered, appalled at how much her body hurt. As Vampyre, she could tolerate a high amount of pain before giving in to the need to rest and heal. Shouldn’t a goddess have an even higher threshold? “I can’t go after her. I had to send the mutts in my place. That’s bullshit.”
    â€œYou did the right thing. The smart thing. Without ambrosia you’re—”
    She shoved to her feet. To hell with this. She hadn’t yet lost all the powers that made her a tracer. It might take the last of her reserves, but damn it, she wasn’t sending a trio of puppies to do a bitch’s job.
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she let her determination to follow Haven coax her into a near trance until she felt the slight tug in her abdomen and a surge of adrenaline in her veins. When she next opened her eyes, the world had become black and white. Her fur-covered skin rippled as she leaped over the driveway, following Haven’s scent as quickly as her four feet allowed.
    She ran, but the continual flicker of energy nearly cost her the hold on the form over and over, and it took all her concentration to maintain it, making holding on to Haven’s scent all the more difficult. She tried instead for the scent of her dogs, and followed as best as she could in her half-handicapped state.
    She wound around a Dumpster and squeezed under a fence leading into the factory behind the park. This must have been where Haven had been hiding out until the sun had set and it had become safe for her to come out and visit her father. Or maybe not. Maybe she’d adjusted to the Turning faster than anyone had considered.
    She’d definitely been stronger than Kyana had expected, so maybe Haven could hold to Lychen form long enough to roam a couple of hours of daylight. Regardless, she couldn’t hold it as long as Kyana could. Drained or not, Kyana wasn’t going to lose her form unless she keeled over and died right there on the street.
    If she could just follow Haven’s trail long enough for her to weaken and shift back, she could catch up to her and take her in.
    But no sooner had the thought occurred to her than Haven’s scent vanished like a puff of smoke. Its disappearance was so sudden, it made Kyana’s head spin. She rocked back on her haunches, afraid to move.
    She looked up. She was yards away from any building. The factory entrance was half a football field away. She shouldn’t have lost the trail here, in the middle of a street with nowhere to hide.
    What kind of magic was Haven using to elude her? Charms? Potions? Both?
    Silently chastising herself for not paying more