Dahlia’s POV
I was beyond exhausted. And ravenous. Blue and I hadn’t run like that—wild and unrestrained—in what felt like forever. Training was one thing, but nothing compared to hours of pure, instinct-driven freedom in our wolf form. All I could think about was getting back to the pack house, devouring dinner, and crashing into bed. I’d sleep like the dead tonight, no question.
Blue, my wolf, was already purring in her sleep, her happiness still thrumming through our bond. She’d been over the moon all afternoon—Team Fang and Ghost, through and through. Spending time with them had been a dream for her, and honestly, I couldn’t fault her. As mates, they were the kind most she-wolves would kill for. That is… if they were even looking for a mate.
When I stepped out from behind the tree a
