I nearly caught her just outside the cabin, my fingers brushing the tip of her dark, russet-brown tail as she bolted. I slowed deliberately, expecting her to hesitate or submit to the weight of my Alpha presence. She didn’t.
Seraphine rammed her smaller wolf body straight into the cabin door with terrifying desperation. The wood exploded inward, hinges tearing free with a violent screech as the door flew off and crashed against the far wall.
I stopped at the threshold, staring at the splintered wreckage. “What the f**k is wrong with her?”
It was a pack run, nothing more than wolves stretching their legs under the moon. Yet she had acted like I was dragging her to her execution. Shaking my head, I stepped inside, my bare feet silent on the cold, worn hardwood.
Her scent slammed into me
