Storm
Panic took over before I could even think.
The moment my wolf screamed Mate!, every survival instinct I possessed kicked into overdrive.
I ripped my arm free from Leah’s grip and ran.
I didn’t stop to think.
I didn’t stop to explain.
I just ran as if my life depended on it.
Because, as far as I was concerned, it did.
I launched myself across the soaked ground, shifting into my wolf as I ran. My paws hit the earth, and suddenly I was moving faster than my human legs ever could.
Behind me, I could hear the girls shouting.
“Lena! Stop!”
“Come back!”
But I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
My mate was twenty-four years older than me.
Twenty-four!
And he was an Alpha.
Not just any Alpha.
Alpha Doyle.
The man whose reputation for killing rogues was known throughout the werewolf worl
