The Tyrant alpha
He slows his pace so he’s a foot further back.
This is what his wolf wanted last night, both of us in fur.
What is he going to do?
Whatever he wants. He’s a giant.
Shit.
I pick up speed and duck into the windbreak, but of course, he has no trouble keeping up. The trees are spaced evenly, elderberry and dogwood, then arborvitae and oak.
My wolf isn’t mad anymore. She doesn’t really give a crap about mushrooms or the market, and now that Killian’s wolf is trailing her heels, as she thinks is right, she’s fine. She slows down and turns, letting out a series of sharp, bossy yips.
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