(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
I honestly needed to get out of that office and be on my own, I needed time to think and process everything that’s happened over the last few days.
“I’m going for a run; I need some air,” I tell the guys, before walking out the door, not bothering to wait for a response.
I walk down the stairs and through the front door of the packhouse, straight to the edge of the forest. I strip behind a tree, tying my clothes to my ankle, and letting Winter take control. She darts out into the forest, nimbly jumping over fallen logs and avoiding low-hanging branches before she realizes we are being followed.
Mo, someone is following us. We’re going to have to fight.
But I don’t know how to fight in wolf form.
It’s a natural instinct, just follow that and we
