“Come on, Scar. Get up.”
“I climbed this hill, I will die here.” She muttered out of breath where she lay spread-eagle on the grass at the top of the hill they had just climbed in a run. She had managed it, but she was suffering now.
Ripley felt sorry for his little mate; she was out of breath and her face flushed, he could hear her heart beating wildly in her chest. He reached down to pick her up and carry her home. “Gage!” Her father warned him in a dark voice.
He stepped back; he knew her father had a point, but she was just so tiny. He wanted to protect her and she looked like she needed protection. Even his wolf was whining in his head to pick her up and never force her to run three miles again. They hadn’t even done the three miles; they had just reached a mile.
“Get up,
