The Runaway Shapeshifter And Her Alpha Wolf Mate

Chapter 8

Easton

When Arianna walked out of the diner, leaving me behind, Gavin whimpered in my head. My wolf doesn’t whimper.

“She hasn’t rejected us,” I told him through our link.

“Not yet,” Gavin growled low. “But something’s wrong. I can’t feel her wolf. If I could just reach her wolf, I’d know…”

I sighed. He was right, but I had no answer. My gaze stayed locked on Arianna’s retreating figure. There’s something about her I can’t explain—something that pulls at me stronger than the bond itself.

A thought sparked in my head. “Gavin… maybe she’s like Samantha, the Alpha’s mate.”

“Samantha?” Gavin asked.

“Her wolf was repressed for a long time. Hidden, buried, something like that. Maybe that’s why you can’t feel Arianna’s.”

“Then how was she at the run the other night? Everyone shifted. Ever