~Jenetta’s PoV~
My wolf’s voice in my head seems to get louder after I shift, or maybe she’s just making up for lost time after being completely muzzled for a few days.
Let me keep control when we get to the house. Let me at that son of a b***h who calls himself our father, she snarls. I’ll rip out his throat before he knows what’s hit him.
She’s not usually so violent, but I understand her anger. I feel it too, but we need to approach this rationally. Running into the pack house in my wolf form won’t accomplish much other than alerting everyone to our presence. We’re going to have to be a lot stealthier than that.
We have a few advantages. First, they won’t know we’re coming. Everyone in the pack just watched Bastian and the others break us out, so they’ll assume we’re on the run an
