Pack leader

- Riven

Monica lets out a low growl, as if she’s agreeing. I move my hand toward her and she shakes her head.

I glance over my shoulder, readying myself for Kera’s pinched expression when she sees me talking to another wolf. If I’m really lucky, Kera’s werewolf hunter tricks won’t stand a chance against two of us.

I whisper, “You’re not going to shift.”

Monica stares at me, then blinks slowly. God, how does she manage to be condescending in her wolf form too?

I nod and say, “Okay, fine. I should fill you in. A group of werewolf hunters found me at Marcel’s camp. That son of a bitch got away, and I was taken by them so that they could use me as some sort of fucking weapon against Marcel.”

Monica’s eyes glance over my shoulder, then back at me. She paws against the dirt, before turning away from me. This is it. Is this my chance to escape?

Thanks to Monica, I don’t even have to hurt the Kera girl.

“Riven! Riven! Have you found any deer yet?”

Monica turns her head sligh