His Unlovable Mate
Plus, Cass and I have plans to make.
It will involve Robyn returning to the exiles with instructions well before the Council arrives.
With a final little bark, I nod for Robyn to go first. She’s brave, with a running leap her small brown wolf flies into the foaming water and vanishes. I follow straight after, the water blindingly cold. Muscles seize, my lungs halt, but I’m kicking and pushing as hard as I can, hurtling downstream.
It’s pure luck as I find myself upside down, shoulder smashing into a black boulder, inhaling a lungful of water in the confusion. Suddenly, my paws find edges, mossy grass, it’s land. Dragging us upwards, my wolf is choking, hacking up water.
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