Tali's POV
I’ve been running for maybe fifteen minutes when the first of the pack finds me.
The mix of ash gray and light brown fur tells me who it is before the wolf lunges through the trees and takes me down hard.
It’s Loren.
And I’ll bet she’s been waiting for her chance to get back at me for her failure to convince Abel to mate with her. That or f**k her.
Who knows what Loren wants from a wolf with cold, dead eyes?
I go down hard, but I don’t stay down.
Out of all the number three’s in the pack, Loren doesn’t fill me with the sheer terror that Abel, Uncle Glynn, and a couple of the others do.
It isn’t because she’s a girl, or that I think I’m stronger than her, or anything like that. But because she’s ruled by her emotions. Or rather, she lets them rule her.
That’s not to say
