FORTY-SIX

Everything started to appear blur to me. One minute we both went into a panic and the next, Layla is turning back to Daystar pack, and then I must have zoned out for Moon goddess knows how long.

I felt strong hands on my back, lifting me up, I’m not sure where we are or who the hands belonged to but they felt too comfortable, so I snuggled closer and allowed him sweep me off my feet to wherever he was taking me to. I couldn’t open my eyes, because I was too tired, and because his arms felt so right. It took me a number of seconds to register who those arms belonged to, and why I felt so comfortable in them. 

My eyes flung open and were instantly met with his. I sucked in my breath and held it for a little over a second. Green emerald eyes, the same that have hunted me for many weeks now. The memories of the first day I set my eyes on him come flooding back, and my wolf is on full alert, wagging her tail and panting.

He is angry, so very angry, b