That's when I see movement in the far bushes. A child's hand sticks out, and then he crawls out. I open my mouth, recognizing my brother, but he just looks panicked, screaming, "Run, Aisha! It's a tra-"
A blow to his ear knocks him out, and I howl in fury when my father and his older brother step out from behind him in their human form.
"So this is where you ran off to," Ezekiel, my uncle, murmurs. "I never thought you had the guts to pull something like this off. You have brought a lot of shame to this family, Aisha."
When I snarl at him, he orders, his eyes cool, "Shift back!"
No matter how far I am from home, Ezekiel is still my Alpha, and my wolf is forced to obey him. I shift back, standing naked in front of them. They don’t offer me so much as a jacket. I recognize the tactic. It
