17. No Time to Lose

Grant

Angeline and I walked down the forest in silence. I was lost in my thoughts, in my worry. What she said about her death was haunting me.

“Maybe it was a metaphor, Grant. Many females say their hearts stop when they see how gorgeous I am. You see, I am the rare combination of soft puppy-like fur and my big and virile frame that screams Alpha male ready to pounce at you and make you howl my name. I am a wolf to die for!” Stormy moved his snout up in pride.

“What?” I questioned my insane wolf.

“A Metaphor is some kind of—” Stormy started.

“I know what a metaphor means. I just don’t think that’s the case,” I dismissed him.

“Angeline, back in the cave, did you say you've died?” I asked her and, without stopping walking, she replied.

“Yes, I died less than a week ago. Long story short, I said no to the egotistical Alpha Aaron. As a result, he rejected my as.s and sold me to Blake, who decided to hand me to that Demon-Wolf, Elijah. For whatever hell of a reason, he killed