Chapter Thirty-Five

Jonah POV

It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.

I nod to warriors along the way as they watch me pass. They have become used to my coming and goings on this land, trusting my longtime friendship with Alpha Charles that I'd cause no harm to them or their families. It's hard looking at them, knowing what's to come. Telling myself that they'd do the same thing if they were in my situation. It's the only way I sleep at night.

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