Alpha Jake’s POV
I slam the door behind me and make my way as fast as I can out of the packhouse.
I need to get away for a moment.
I pass Brett on my way out who lifts a hand to me and calls after me as I continue out the door and through the lawn into the woods.
I don’t even bother taking my clothes off before I shift into my large white wolf, my clothes shredding around me, and take off into the familiar forest, enjoying the calming freedom of my paws pounding against the forest floor, winding through the trees, jumping over bushes.
I run for half an hour, leaving my mind blank. I finally reach a small grassy opening in the forest and shift back, laying with my back on the ground, looking up at the small opening to the bright blue sky.
I just can’t figure Blakely out.
Once again
