The Tyrant alpha
I hold my aching side, bracing myself to keep going, run it off, when I notice two things at once. A few feet away, under the tall oak where Mari had been perched, there’s a white rabbit, upright on her haunches, staring at me, frozen in place.
And my wolf isn’t fighting me for our skin.
The rabbit’s tiny heart flutters under its smooth fur, racing. Its pink and white ears point skyward.
My wolf notes the little critter, his mouth instinctively watering, but he dismisses her as quickly as he notices her.
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