Damian POV
Elder Ulric was barely keeping up with me as we moved toward the small cabin Willow had chosen when we arrived in the pack.
Unlike her. She’d kept pace longer than I expected on the run from Maple Glen—longer than most wolves would have managed without shifting. She’d refused to use her wolf form, but that hadn’t been the detriment I assumed it would be.
We’d snuck away like thieves in the night, something I’d never done before, never needed to. I didn’t run from threats. I eliminated them.
Unfortunately, I could see her point all too well, and if Keith or his people had found her while in neutral territory, it would have ended in a fight none of us wanted. Still, that edge of irritation was riding me, and Elder Ulric was getting the brunt of it.
“Alpha Damian, please. W
