Kian inhales and exhales deeply. "Didn't I warn you not to run away?" he ignores my questions.
"I wasn't running away!"
"Why did you leave the packhouse without informing anyone?"
I open my mouth to insult him, but then scoff, shaking my head. I turn to walk back to the packhouse.
He falls in step beside me, and I can still sense his anger towards me. My wolf whimpers; she dislikes it when he's upset with us. She's so enamored with him, and every day I have to remind her that he doesn't want us and is only kind to us because we're carrying his pup.
I slowly begin to feel fatigue and my steps lag, and I yawn, my eyes heavy. I keep brushing against tree branches.
"I'll shift, and you can ride on my back. We'll get there faster," he says. Without waiting for my response, he transforms i
